#jackson wang fan fiction

[yyparkq]

SOLA

characters: jackson wang x reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: you and jackson secretly dating behind your circle of friends

You and Jackson have been dating for a couple of months now without any of your friends knowing. You share a common circle of friends from college which made way for you to meet in the first place.

Mark, an old friend from college, suddenly called you on a Friday night—just when you are about to leave the office building, excited to spend the rest of the weekend lazing off in your own apartment and getting as much sleep as you could. He invited you to a party place to celebrate his birthday. Feeling a bit guilty for not remembering a friend’s birthday, you agreed immediately even though shortly after he told you his birthday is not actually until next week and that he’s just celebrating in advance. You knew your other friends would be there and wouldn’t miss the impromptu gathering so you agreed on coming way too easily, completely forgetting about the thing you were excited about just a moment ago. It’s been a while since you have seen your friends, anyway.

You were the type of person who could go on both ends of a mood spectrum. There are times when you feel like partying hard and there were times when you don’t feel like talking to a single soul. You constantly need to meditate every now and then though, finding balance when you burn yourself out socializing for a longer period of time.

As soon as you reached the place, your friends cheer for your mere presence recognizing you even from quite a distance. You can’t stop but giggle like a teenager you have been with them as you walk your way to the reserved table.

You’re not usually quick to get tipsy but you skipped lunch and dinner meals earlier in the office and went straight to the bar. After a few glasses of cocktails and a bottle of beer, you start to feel a bit lightheaded with your friend seated beside you continue to talk nonstop with you everything about her work and her boss. You don’t fully understand the chatterbox session, only nodding and laughing when she does just so she won’t get offended.

When your friend finally takes a break and decides to wreck the dance floor instead, you stand up, half bending forward to reach out for another glass of cocktail and a plate of assorted nuts and junkies placed on the opposite side of the table.

A few minutes after you munched on the platter of nuts, your friends came pouring back into the table. Everyone catching their breaths after dancing and laughing from the dance floor. You don’t like dancing when tipsy. It makes you so clumsy and you feel overly sensitive to feeling other people’s bodies so every time you go out, you only stay at the table.

As your friends settle for seats around the table, you see Jackson enter the place through the mirror placed at the far end of the table. It’s funny how it has become so easy for you to spot him despite the alcohol affecting some parts of your brain at the moment. But he is there, hair sleek with a portion escaping to rest near the middle of his forehead and a denim jacket that hung to his broad shoulders. He greeted your friend and took a seat at the far end of the table near the dance floor—the only vacant seat, annoyingly.

Hours passed by swiftly with you and your friends laughing at the memories shared together and even sharing stories that used to be a top-secret when you were still in college. Soon, you become comfortable with the hungry gaze Jackson has been giving you since he sat on the single sofa he’s occupying.

No one in this circle knows you two had been dating. Both of you will be claiming the spotlight and attending to endless questions and teasing for at least a whole night if one of them ever knew. They have been teasing you and Jackson to be together before, seeing how your personalities would totally complement each other. You have been shying it away even from the very start. The idea of having a romantic relationship with one of your friends is the least you could ever handle. For you, once a friendship gets tainted with romance and break-up, it is impossible to go back to being friends.

And you love your friends just much.

—

After graduating, you barely kept in touch with your friends only ever checking your SNS accounts every once in a while. You met Jackson at your favorite band’s concert outside of town and soon after that, he invited you to numerous hangouts which he, later on, changed the description to ‘dates’. You were not really close to each other back in college and you always felt a bit awkward when they started teasing you together. You saw him first at the entrance of the stadium, standing in line and scrolling through his phone with air pods plugged in his ears. The two girls in front of him were giggling and stealing glances in his direction as the line started to move. You shook your head lightly and continued checking out the pamphlet given out before the start of the event.

You successfully claimed your passes and entered the venue. Only when you were standing in the pit area you felt yourself being hungry. You have been so excited to see this band perform live you forgot to eat your dinner. Glancing around the area and then at your wristwatch, you decided the show will not start until after ~40 minutes and so you stepped out of the concert hall and went to the food stalls area to grab a quick meal.

You picked a sandwich for a meal. You were pulling a bill from your purse when you heard choking sounds of someone standing at the high table beside you. The girl behind the counter offered him an opened bottled water which he quickly gulped. You blinked a few times, recognizing the person’s face.

“Jackson! Are you okay?” you asked when you recognized him, withdrawing your right hand from the inside of your purse to tap his back in worry.

He made a few more coughing sounds and took a long look at you. “Y/N?”

You glanced at the cashier, curiously gazing at the both of you, your sandwich waiting to be claimed at the counter. You handed the cashier a few bills, paying for the sandwich and the bottled water Jackson drank while also requesting one for yourself.

“Oh, wait. You didn’t have to pay for that. Here-“ he motioned to reach for his wallet but you stopped him.

You smiled and put your own food in front of him at the table. “It’s fine, Jackson. Don’t worry about it.”

“Right. Let me treat you to coffee after the concert, then.” He said as he stared at you interestingly as you stuff your cheeks with a sandwich in a hurry.

“I didn’t know you were a fan.” You said as you swallowed the remaining portion of the sandwich, the whole food disappearing in a matter of a few minutes. You didn’t really care if someone looks at you while you eat.

Jackson looked at you incredulously, amazed at how good you eat. He had to make a mental note to treat you out to a meal next time. “Well, I’ve been listening to them since they started. At first, because the bassist is my close friend, but then I started to really like all of their songs after a while.”

You gaped at him. “Brian. No kidding.”

“Of course. I even got my ticket from him.” Jackson chuckled, staring at your way too luscious-looking lips.

You grimaced at his reaction. “You know, you sound like a total sham right now.” You then collected the trash from the meal you both had and disposed of it. Jackson followed after you, draping an arm over your shoulder.

It wasn’t uncomfortable for you at all. You, who used to bolt at any kind of physical connection with people except your friends. Maybe because he’s a long-time friend, you thought.

—

Some of your friends started to go home while another batch of Mark’s friends started to arrive at the bar and continue to lit up the place with brand new energy.

You look at Jackson’s direction and saw how engaged he is in the conversation. He had his face resting on his fist, the other hand fondling on the lips of his glass of whiskey. You felt a bit jealous now that he’s not paying much attention to you anymore so you continued to stare until he finally felt your gaze toward him.

He turns to look in your direction and you blink slowly, deciding what to do to claim his full attention.

You continue to stare straight into his eyes and lifted an arm to rest your chin on your palm, tilting your head slightly and giving him a cheeky smile.

Jackson shot his eyebrows up in surprise and you giggled at how cute you think he seems right at the moment.

One of your friends tapped your shoulder, bidding goodbye and asking if you’re about to go as well, offering a ride back to your home. You smiled at your friend and told her you’ll be fine. You are still feeling lightheaded but you’re not acting a lot differently yet, which means you still have a lot of room before being intoxicated.

You’re surprised when you turned back and found no one sitting on the chair Jackson occupied a minute ago. Letting out a small puff, you reached for your glass, the other hand still supporting your chin. You stare at the blinking neon light sign outside the transparent glass wall of the bar.

Jackson sits beside you, brushing the portion of hair, from your cheek that cupped your small face, to the back of your shoulder. You smiled at him, doe eyes turning crescent. He bit his lips, trying so hard not to kiss you right there and then.

He scooped closer to your ear. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Neither do I.,” you say as you grab his face and peck his mouth lightly, a small smile tugging at your own lips as you stare at his shocked reaction. He looks around quickly and nervously, checking if someone saw you kissing him casually.

Jackson met a couple of smirking faces in front but no one dared to speak about it. He thinks you’re definitely drunk and so he tries to get you out of the bar to send you back home. He wasn’t enjoying the event anyway and only decided to come when he saw your face in the photos Mark has sent to their chatroom inviting even more friends.

You got up way too quickly and wished Mark again a ‘Happy birthday’ along with a short goodbye to your friends. It wouldn’t really matter since most of them are either too drunk to understand you or are already on the dancefloor. Mark eyed you and Jackson smirking as you made your way out of the bar with Jackson’s hand on your waist.

You both reached the parking lot and waited for Jackson to unlock the doors but he stood still behind your back. You met his scrutinizing gaze when you turned to look at him.

“Why?” you asked, realizing how hungry you are already.

“You’re not drunk,” Jackson said more to himself. He’s a bit surprised when you carried yourself all too well, still in high heels, after a night party.

You laughed at his face. “I’m not. Can you please unlock the door now? Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving.” You said and made a face.

Jackson grabbed you by the waist and turned you to face him. His breath fanning your cheeks and you suddenly forget to breathe. His eyes stare at your own then lingered way too long at your lips. You don’t know what has been keeping him from kissing you when you already showed half of your friends earlier the shot between you two.

“Just fucking kiss me, babe.” You whispered.

It took him less than a millisecond to comply and though you demanded him to kiss you, you were a bit taken aback causing you to lean backward to his car. His hand was fast and he pulled on your waist even before your back touched the cold metal and the other trapped your side against the car.

He slowly pushed you to step back until you finally rested you back at the door of his SUV.

You were feeling weak on your knees and if not for his grip on your waist and your arms entwined around his neck, you probably wobbled against him embarrassing yourself.

Making out with Jackson has always been steamy. Like a race you know you will have to finish whatever it takes. But you can’t do it in an open parking lot, open for public viewing anytime.

You both softly gasped for air, Jackson pulling on your lower lip before resting his forehead to yours.

“I’m hungry.” You said wanting to make it out of that place. But there’s no use in telling Jackson that unless you want to be fucked in that parking lot. “Let’s get some food.”

He nuzzles at your neck for a while before pressing his keys to unlock the car. He steps back and pulls you along with him tighter to open the door, taking the chance to make you feel how hard he is already after the steamy make-out session you just ended.

You are suddenly starving like a hole is slowly boring into your stomach.

[lilistayskz]

These Things I've Done - Chapter 10 (sneak peek)

“Uh… Bin?” A tap on my shoulder distracts me from chopping a pile of mushrooms into delicate flakes. They need to be tiny tiny tiiiiny if we’re going to mix them in the brownies Johnny’s baking. I cover the heap on the kitchen counter with my hand quickly before they blow away (again). “We have a problem, bro.”

This time it’s Jackson, Johnny’s adopted brother, who’s slid into the spot between the sink and the counter where I’m chopping shrooms. This particular strain is P. cubensis, commonly called Penis Envy, due to the sheer length of the stem and the thick cap that forms when it fruits. These motherfuckers are potent. Johnny and Jackson have been growing and harvesting them for about two months in the dank, humid underbelly of the empty summer house. 

Flush after flush after flush; these beauties are going to make us a killing tonight.

“What’s up, hyung?” I ask, resuming my ministrations. The knife makes a satisfying shik-shik-shik through the meaty shrooms. “Karina got her tits out in the hot tub again? I told you, that’s not my problem –”

He waves me off, disgusted. “At least she doesn’t change her clothes in front of you. I almost wish I didn’t say yes to being her shadow; gonna need steel wool to scrub all the boob out of my brain.”

“Well, that’s why Uncle Yunho chose you,” I remind him, scooping my pile of shroom flakes into the big mixing bowl Johnny places beside me. He whisks the pieces into his brownie batter, raising an eyebrow at our conversation. “She’s safe with you. You’re too gay to do anything but vomit when she gets naked. Speaking of, why are you in here instead of where you’re supposed to be?”

“Ah, Channie’s out there trying to block her from view with his big ass shoulders. She’s having the time of her life rubbing her tits on his back while he gets redder and redder –”

“Is that the problem?” Johnny asks, opening the oven to slide the baking pan in. The heat is delightful on this cold, December (almost January) night. “Sounds kind of funny to me.”

“Oh, shit. I almost forgot why I came to get you.” Jackson smirks and laughs under his breath. “She’s got your boy Felix out in the pool house playing Kiss or Dare with her friends. He’s nearly naked. Just thought you might want to cut in before his little wee-wee makes an appearance.”

Oh, God damn it. Karina always takes this shit too far, especially when she’s high. “Watch the brownies,” I call over my shoulder as I push through the kitchen door and into the crowded backyard.

[heyitsmetonid]

I get this! I TOTALLY get this!

The K-pop fandom is clique-y & entitled IMO. Very delulu (of course), & not always in a healthy way. Fans & sasaengs fail to realize that idols are REAL PEOPLE that have their own lives, interests, families, friends, talents outside of music, etc. & this trickles into fan fiction & how they treat those around them. Even the idols themselves. The wild fantasy just runs amuck!

Not every fan is like this, but it seems that there are lots online like this.

With that said, I’ve been in your shoes. I’m still in your shoes tbh! I’ve incorporated smut into my fics, too, thinking they’d help or get more attention. And I do like writing smut, but I’m only good at it when it involves me OCs because I know them in & out. What they look like, what they think, what turns them on, etc. I can only imagine what turns on, for example, Jackson Wang. He’s my ult bias! I love him, but as much as I’d like to, I don’t know him. So any smut I write around him is complete fantasy. (I only write ATEEZ fics FYI.) I guess there’s nothing wrong with that, but I write because I want people to enjoy the story, the plot, the characters, not just the pussy eating or dick sucking scene.

It’s tough getting engagement on a post or a story! It’s tough being a writer & trying to breakout! But I do believe I have an audience out there. I just haven’t found them yet.

So, my little oatmeal, 🥣💜 I understand your frustration, & you are certainly not alone.

TLDR: So, y’all only read fan fiction for fucking & sucking? Not for a good story, plot, or to support the writer? Gotcha! I know where we stand now.

{cross posting from bluesky} i feel so silly crying bc i'll no longer be writing fic but i feel like i'm grieving my fics i worked so hard on.

what really solidified it for me was i put a sex scene in my recent fic update, it made sense for the story and what was going on but it didn't NEED to be there, i had put it in just to see if that would get more people to read it.

and it worked. i got several replies on my posts saying people were interested now. why did it take sex for you to be interested? it's a story full of rich world building and a complex plot about what it means to be 'human' but you wouldn't read it unless there was some dick in ass? that's not what the story is about.

so that really just frustrated me and made me realize that what i'm trying to accomplish isn't something well suited for a fanfic space that is largely just meant to be self indulgent fluff and porn. (at least in kpop fanfic spaces)

but yeah. today's update will be the last fanfic update from me. i'm not doing it anymore. sorry for leaving these stories half finished. i'll probably just leave Buried Treasure and Afterimage on ao3 for now. Afterimage might get reworked into an original story and once it does i'll probably take it down but it'll be there for now.

i really appreciate anyone that supported my fics, even if it was quietly. i just don't think i fit into the fanfic space anymore or maybe i'm just too sensitive or not built for it idk.

thanks for having me. i'll still be around reading fanfics here and there but prob not to the same degree i used to.

all this being said, i'm not quitting WRITING. i'm just moving onto original works only, so you'll still see me being annoying about stuff and posting my writing, it'll just be 100% either from my own brain or an off shoot of a world my friend has built that i've been assisting with.

[ecofinisher]

Miraculous and Monster Buster Club comparision.

Just to be clear, I’m not comparing the show on what show is better and what not. I’m comparing the similarities between the two shows. I’ve came across a few Miraculers, that were also fans of the Monster Buster Club cartoon claiming that MBC (Monster Buster Club) had a few similarities to MLB (Miraculous Ladybug) due to the animation and the adventure. I had thought about it, since I belonged before to the MBC fandom too.  (And still do, except the fandom is probably dead now)

So where do I start? Well just to summarize the shows for those who don’t know one/both of them: 

[From left to right: Cathy Smith, Sam(antha), Chris(stopher) and Daniel (Danny) Jackson]

Monster Buster Club came out around 2008 and is a French-Canadian computer-animated TV show, which focused on a group of pre-teens (12-year-old)  consisting of three human children and one so-called Rhapsodian (Fictional Alien species) whose also the protagonist of the show called Cathy Smith. Together with the three human teens named Chris, Danny and Samantha, they revive the old secret society named “Monster Buster Club” to fight together and protect their town from aliens, that invade it. Special about their town is, that 200 years ago it was founded by a man named Addison Single, who unbeknownst to the citizens was an alien in disguise and got defeat in the past by the former MBC. Also in this city, Cathy isn’t the only alien to be living there in disguise, but many other aliens are present. 

[Left to right Tikki (A magical being called a “kwami”, that helps the person transform into a superhero), Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her alter ego Ladybug, Cat Noir, his civilian identity Adrien Agreste and his kwami Plagg]

Miraculous Ladybug is a French animated TV show, that debuted in 2015 and is set in the modern metropole Paris and is focused on the lives of the clumsy Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the famous teeny-model Adrien Agreste. Both wield a special magical jewelry, which is called a “Miraculous” which they use to transform into the superheroes “Ladybug and Cat Noir”  The two don’t know each other’s identity, but funnily Adrien has a huge crush on Ladybug and in the civilian life he sees her as just a friend, while Marinette is obsessed with Adrien and sees Cat Noir only as his trustful crime-fight partner. Both students are around 14 years old in the show.

As superheroes they fight villains, that were akumatized by Hawk Moth. (He owns the butterfly miraculous, with which he can create supervillains by sending an akuma (Butterfly jinxed by Hawk Moth’s magic) and Hawk Moth’s miraculous sends people’s negative feelings such as anger, sadness and dissapointment and uses his akumas to follow them and akumatize them and they’re transformed by Hawk Moth into a specific-themed supervillain.

Now about the comparisons....Miraculous and Monster Buster Club have many things in common when it comes to the animation, the characters or other things and I wanted to list them down. 

1: Logo shortcut.

The Unofficial Logo

The official Logo

Both the shows have a long name and they’re usually abbreviated by the fans or the writers by three letters, this case Miraculous LadyBug is shortened to MLB and Monster Buster Club into MBC. The minor difference here is that Monster Buster Club also used the shortcut on their logo, while Miraculous only kept the title. 

2: Logo Switching up between scenes.

Both shows, when they skip to another part of the episode, both have the symbol appear on a background animated for 2-3 seconds, then disappear. MBC has the full title of the show, instead of the round symbol, which is the team’s recognition sign. 

3:  Transformation sequences

Both of the shows our main characters have a transformation sequence, where they turn from their civilian self into the secret identity. While Ladybug and Cat Noir look in their tight suits a little different than from their alter egos they can’t be recognized by their friends or citizens. Unlike the MBC they are also a bit covered, but if any of the classmates see them fighting around, they can recognize them without any problem. (I can’t recall at the moment the episode, but it was as Danny had tried to save his crush Wendy and failed, shortly afterward she had got angry at him as she recognized him immediately)

Monster Buster Club (Group transformation sequence) (French)

The show most of the times used the whole group to transform together, occasionally, they also have shown a single transformation sequence or two characters only) 

Miraculous transformation sequence (Adrien Agreste’s into Cat Noir) (French)

All the characters have single transformations and have the same specific transformation phrase (Plagg, Tranforme-moi) to say before they transform. The English dub is so far the only dub, where the superheroes have different phrases exp. Cat Noir’s is “Plagg, Claws Out!). Most of the phrases are based after their miraculous theme (Exp. Ladybug, Bee, Snake, etc)

4: Villains of the week trope

Each of the episode the main heroes fight a different villain, who mostly appear for one episode. 

On Miraculous, most of them are just classmates, citizens or acquaintances of the protagonists that get akumatized by Hawk Moth, when they have a negative feeling and are fought by Ladybug and Cat Noir. In the end, the villain turns back into his civilian-self, most of the time they don’t remember, what had happened during the time they were absent. 

[Akumatized villains counting from left to right, going from up to the bottom: Oni-chan, Reflekta, Horrificator, Miraculer, Party Crasher, Silencer, Weredad, Christmaster, Stoneheart, The Bubbler, Befana and Captain Hardrock]

At Monster Buster Club it usually starts with the presence of unknown people around the school or anywhere in the city or strange things happen around them and the group units together to find out, what’s going on and later near the end they figure it out and follow that alien to capture it in the end. Difference from the MBC, most of the extraterrestrials don’t change in the end of the episode and remain locked into a separate room in the secret clubhouse, where at some point one of the members (Mostly Chris) is there in the room inserting it into a special device to send the encapsulated ET away to the galactic authorities, that take care of them. Others get redeemed at the end of the show and get back to their home planet or stay on the earth, where they belong. 

The aliens from left to right, up to bottom: Gilbert (Good), Jenny’s grandmother (Encapsulated),  Mr. Gluten (Encapsulated), Glor Glenemore (Encapsulated), Zeborp (Good), Nosidda Single (Encapsulated), Doudo Hundletorph (Good), Mr. Bigshnell (Encapsulated)

5: Animated Intro

Both of the intros have the protagonists Cathy and Marinette narrate to us about  “their world”, followed by their usual day-routine with school, fighting and afterschool. 

Fun fact: Noam Kaniel worked on both of the intros. (Probably explains why I enjoy these two intros so much)

The intro of Monster Buster Club (English)

The Intro of Miraculous (English) 

6: Cute, Cartoony 2D/3D backgrounds. 

Wanna know, why I had last year suddenly had the urge to go back to the Monster Buster Club? It was those background images such as the pink bubbles behind a character, who’s in love. I had just bumped into my mind the show that I had seen that behind Danny from Monster Buster Club as he saw his crush, Wendy. When I went to check out again the episodes from the available ones on Youtube I saw also other types of backgrounds, that I had also seen in Miraculous too. 

Here we got pinky bubble background behind Cathy

And here we got Adrien with a full-on bubble background.

Some also are transparent like this one here.

Paper sheet backgrounds:

Danny’s smart idea in trying to make money and his mind shown on the background as a notebook sheet.

Chloé, one of the secondary characters and her mind shown on the background also with a type of notebook sheet her childhood. 

This are the ones, who are the most similar ones. Both have other ones, but a little different, but used for the same occasion. 

Other backgrounds:

Weapon activation (Monster Buster Club)

Power activation (Miraculous)

Minor parts of a specific fight:

Running towards an Alien.

Dodging Hawk Moth’s punch

And a few more from both shows

Sorry boy, but she’s not your type.

Wanna make your character look like she can run fast? Just add smoke like on the roadrunner!

Your portable console getting stolen, while you’re trying to beat the high score, sure was the worst thing to happen to a 12-year old back in the 08′.

Marinette just found out that Hiro Hamada of Zag Heroes wrote a fanfic of her alter ego having a crush on a friend of hers. (The real plot twist: It’s a self-insert fanfic, where he’s Ladybug and not the real Ladybug *le gasp*) 

You know what I miss about the time season 2 trailer got spoilered? That they had Marinette had this imagination of herself with Adrien as Hawk Moth posing similar to a Twilight Poster.  Those were good times.

She had her life full planned, even had names for her kids and all, while people like me are living their life, not knowing what the hell is going to happen next week.

I don’t know, but this picture is hilarious :D (And for non-Miraculers, that small animal up there is an akuma)

I never got why they fence with one glove only. is this some Michael Jackson reference or something?

Yep, this is how weird Marinette’s imagination gets during the seasons. (Believe it or not, if they were in a relationship Kagami would definitely wear the pants there!)

7: Sorry if the last one turned a little long, but now the next part is inside both of the shows, the similar tropes the show shares. Well, many other shows have it too of course, but I felt the need to point it out. (Since I’m doing this post)

7.1:  Male Protagonist is a jokester (Cat Noir and Danny) If it’s the right situation or not. They have always to crack a joke.

7.2 Tagalong kid - (John, Chris’ younger brother, Manon, Child Marinette babysits, Chris Lahiffe, the younger brother of Nino Lahiffe, Adrien’s best friend) - The three are from their personality different, but they have one or two moments, where they seem really annoying to the protagonist.

 7.3 Alpha B’s. (Chloé and Wendy) - Both don’t treat the main characters right (Chloé almost everyone besides Adrien and Wendy is most likely alright with the classmates), both are girly girls, they gossip and use specific people for their own benefits. (Chloé using Sabrina and Wendy using Danny)

7.4 Wise old man (Hugo Smith, Cathy’s Grandpa and Master Wang Fu, the guardian of the miraculouses) - It’s quite funny how similar they look like, even the red shirt, their body size and nearly their hairstyle.  About the wisdom, both help out the protagonists and are serious about harm. 

7.5 Deep down still a child (Principal Rollins and Principal Damocles) - For the most of the students Principal Rollins seems like a very strict person, that came from the military service as she calls the students soldiers and uses words such as Company Halt, but she has been shown off-guard playing with a toy rhino panzer and a convoy in her office at the school. Principal Damocles, seems also like a strict Principal, that likes when students act correctly and warns them when they acted wrong (Such as not knocking on the door, before entering). After school, when all students are gone, he dresses up as an owl-themed superhero and acts as a superhero and tries to help out in the city, mostly ending in a catastrophy. 

7.6 Nameless Background characters, that the fandom finds interesting. (Redheaded girl from MBC and Brunette boy a.k.a Just Anextra/Justin Extra from Miraculous) - The girl has like a few background appearances and like two sentences and a burst of laughter during the whole two seasons, Just/in has probably only one sentence so far I remember, otherwise, he appears at the backgrounds, sometimes also with other color palettes. (I think he also appears at the fencing group photo if I’m not wrong) Just Anextra/Justin Extra has two fanarts so far I know, done by fans and the girl had one or two edits, where the editor had given her the name Lola I think and she had another type of clothing and hair color. (Confession I’m not taking into the grave with me. When I was younger I shipped her with Nossida (His human form obviously), one of the main villains of the show and I even wrote a fanfic about them. I re-read it last year and laughed so hard at how weird it was) Honestly my first ones were just.....eugh!

7.7 Protagonist has allergies  (Cathy and Adrien/Cat Noir) - Cathy is allergic to dogs while Adrien has allergies to feathers. 

7.8 Excitable Protagonists (Cathy Smith and Marinette Dupain-Cheng) - Both girls are shown mostly happy and lucky throughout the show. Cathy still is the most optimistic and excitable one out of the two, due to her being a curious personality and is always fascinated, when she discovers new things on Earth, that she doesn’t know in her home planet. 

7.9 Best friends between different cultures (Danny with Chris, Adrien with Nino, Cathy with Sam and Marinette with Alya) As many other TV shows would do: Two best friends of the same gender. 

 Cathy’s just doing an Abominable reference...joke, she confessed something, she should have done long way before. 

 Danny about to teach Chris how to act like a bad boy for the group’s plan.

I don’t remember what was here, except this is from season 1.

“Just be yourself” .- Nino Lahiffe (And Nathaniel there on the back sleeping on his table. I feel you, son)  

That was all I had found out yet. There could be more out there, that I haven’t figure out yet, but I might do one of these posts again when I got more information and the shows, mostly MBC are more present in my memories. 

[lsd-astronaut]

Books the LoTR characters would read:

First of all, a disclaimer: this is my own opinion and I will not care if you think otherwise. Second of all, I always gift books to my friends and family, and I've never got a complaint, so that has to count for something. I'm also putting some of my favourite books but that's just me of course ♡

Frodo:

Sloggiest classical high fantasy books you can find. Yknow these '90s fantasy books with like eleven books in a series, and each book is at least 500 pages long? He would love that.

I'm currently reading the first book of Crown of Stars (seven books baby), which is like an alternate fantasy medieval Europe, with lots of details and research done and it's super gritty and entertaining. Frodo would inhale that. The rest of the Fellowship are worried for him, they haven't seen him in days.

Sam:

Fantasy and poetry because he's cool like that.

Something not to complicated like Uprooted by Naomi Novik, and then he will surprise you by reading something super dark like Blood Over Bright Haven by M.L. Wang.

Also really likes literary fiction. Idk he strikes me as someone who would like reading about people's lives, and a plot where the action is less important than the characters evolution. Tried to read weird lit but didn't like that the main themes were rot and body fluids, it reminds him of Frodo during the Quest.

Merry:

I'm basing this on personal experience; but every time I see a cute guy either on the bus or on the Friday train, they'll be reading something like Marcus Aurelius' Meditations, or something by Hemingway, which does not strike trust, and it's a bit pretentious and on the nose. Like are you really reading Marcel Proust for fun? Be honest with me, my guy, you looked gay (for legal reasons this is a joke).

He likes non-fiction. Some of the books he has are Tristes Tropiques by Claude Lévi-Strauss; Folie et déraison by Michel Foucault; and he once even started talking about how he didn't really agree with Freud's Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis. The glare that the rest of the Fellowship gave him could have killed Sauron on the spot.

Pippin:

I doubt his AuDHD allows him to read anything really dense (or maybe he hyperfixates so badly that he reads one book in less than 12 hours who knows)

Graphic novels and comics are a must in his bookshelf! Eventually becomes a Marvel brainrot fan, to the dismay of everyone else, especially Aragorn who has to pay for the merch.

YA fantasy bc I'm taking into account his age. Percy Jackson hyperfixation and that's why he's gay now (again a joke)

Aragorn:

Romantasy but not of his own volition, he is just a really good partner, and Arwen seems to me like a romantasy girlie. Poor guy has been forced to read A Court of Thorns and Roses, and Fourth Wing, and Powerless. Put the limit at Colleen Hoover (not saying that Arwen likes her either, she just likes to make Aragorn suffer like a good gf). Will deny again and again to the rest of the Fellowship that he likes any of these books, and once even drew his sword at Boromir.

Legolas:

These random ass raunchy period romance books you find on your mother's bookcase just lying there and you read them out of curiosity and end up learning about things you should not be aware of yet, and they're not even written well but you can't stop reading. Chick lit, if you want.

Has read the Bridgerton books multiple times.

Gimli:

Science fiction. Gets really nerdy about alien invasions, but it's not like he believes in any conspiracy theory of course. Legolas barely understands what he's talking about half of the time but who cares when your boyfriend is that cute.

He loves and actually understands pretty well space operas. The Final Architecture trilogy by Adrian Tchaikovsky, and Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir are favourites of his.

Boromir:

Sports romance. HOCKEY. He just likes the whole "turn off your brain to enjoy this" honestly, he needs a break sometimes of course!

Read Vampire Academy out of curiosity and really liked it, though he does admit it and Faramir will act like he doesn't know him (it's actually a good saga I'm sorry okay)

Faramir:

This guy right here owns the entire Realm of the Elderlings book saga. It pains me to admit that he would relate a lot with Fitz.

Heartstopper by Alice Oseman because he's not dead inside, okay?

Éowyn:

Really basic sorry but she is a Hunger Games girlie through and through.

Actually, I feel she would like dystopian fiction a lot. Has watched Divergent (only the first movie, the rest are trash) with Faramir more times than she can count. Faramir gets cold sweats whenever he hears something that reminds him of the movie (he knows the dialogues by heart)

Éomer:

Yes, yes, I know Rohirrim don't read or write, BUT he would own all the Valdemar books by Mercedes Lackey. Why, do you ask? Well, purely because it's a fantasy series of mages that are Chosen by their Companions, which are white horses. And Éomer is a good ol' horse girl so what more could he ask for.

[k-fiction-therapy]

Moodboard by Admin Scar

[Flash Fiction, 04:52:38 AM]: /JacksonXReader Mini-Fic/ – Jackson pressed his forehead against your own, your noses touching as he rolled his hips hard and rather fast, the heat of your flesh slamming against one another as he managed to stimulate every sensitive spot inside of you. Trembling from your last orgasm, the feeling of him abusing your internal nerves enough to make you see stars in the most brilliant of ways, you didn’t think to remind him to pull out–it was the furthest from your mind. Kissing you deeply, his breath warm against your lips, he made a low sound, “Baby, I’m gonna cum…oh, fuck…” He whispered, kissing you again, the sensation of your lips meeting coupled with the deliriously pleasurable movements of his hips brought his orgasm on hard and fast, his hips pushed forward and slowing as thick, immense cum filled you full and then some, oozing over him and onto the bed, your muscles forcing a bit of it out. Pulling back enough to speak, he trembled with pleasure, brows wrinkling as he prepared to be hit, at the very least, for what had just happened. Face still wracked with pleasure, he whispered softly, “Oh, please don’t be mad…”

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[crystalr143]

New and in need of ideas of stories to write.

Helllooooooooooo everyone. My name is Crystal and I need something to write about. I can write about anything and everything even up to fan fiction. I mostly write fantasy, gore, horror, real-life things, and whatnot so nothing is off the table. I will take anything I can get. All I ask is that you guys have a little bit of patience with me seeing as I am also a human being with a life of my own. Other than that I ask for nothing more or nothing less. With fan fiction, I know I can write things about K-pop, rock bands, and certain movies/television. K-Pop groups that I know are ATEEZ, ENHYPEN, GOT7, Jackson Wang, MONSTAX, NCT, P1Harmony, SEVENTEEN, SF9, Stray Kids, The Rose, Tomorrow X Together (TXT), And Xdinary Heros. For Rock Bands Andy Black, Arctic Monkeys, Black Veil Brides, Boy hero, Breaking Benjamin, Call Me Karizma, CORPSE, falling in reverse, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Get Scared, Johnnie Guilbert, LP, My Chemical, Romance, Palaye Royale, Oasis, panic at the disco, Poorstacy, Sleeping With Sirens, The ghost club, the relentless, Three Days Grace, twenty one pilots, TX2, Vantavoid, Weathers, and YUNGBLUD. Like I said nothing is off the table so I'm willing to write anything. Thank you and hope you guys have a wonderful

[headspacedad]

@wooyoungbites

Imma do the thing

Knock Back by Jaxson Gamble - a true Ryou, VLD Shiro's twin brother song from my AU ideas

before I even realized I was going to get into kpop there was Jackson Wang and 100 Ways

I Don't Understand But I Luv U by Seventeen is possibly one of the sweetest exchanges between fans and singers I've ever heard of. Story is: an international fan wrote it in the comments to the kpop group, that they didn't speak korean but they loved the group and their music, and the group fell in love with that and made an entire song in reply about it. Which, as a fanfic writers, yeah, that's the way it goes.

not even gonna apologize. Style by Taylor Swift. Not only is it a bop but I LOVE the idea of two people that won't commit but can't stay away from each other and the way she easy laughs when admitting that she knows he cheats because she does too - red flags irl but delicious in fiction

Footloose by Kenny Loggins because sometimes you just GOTTA crank up something and dance until your chest stops hurting.

There are so many of you that follow me that have such fun tastes in music so I'm not going to tag and maybe miss someone that wants to play. SHARE your songs with me, gang! I'll listen to every single one. Even, and especially, the 'silly' ones.

Also Back Door by Stay Kids kicks ass.

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up then tag 5 people

i was tagged by @wooyoungisbaby !! thank you isak 😄

1. Back Door by Stray Kids

2. First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes

3. Fireproof by One Direction

4. Think About Me by dvsn

5. Virtual Aerobics by Wallows

i just picked my likes playlist because i wanted to give yall whiplash but these are all pretty tame. (shoutout to Did It To Myself by orla gartland, which would have been next and is an absolute bop)

i'll tag @fantasticdeanna @stealthatsweater @headspacedad and @halavibe - and anyone else who wants to join!! tag me so i can see ☺️

[oshbluepacific]

Don’t Leave Me Loving You

Hi! firstly, i’m sorry this request took so long because, i was busy with work and... to me this story became personal to me because i went through something like this, but we didn’t end things in a good note, and this was a bit of a trigger for me. but still, it was fun to write it, and since i got the bad ending, i’m giving this the happy ending lmao. happy reading, hope you guys like it!!💙

Type: Fluff/Smut/Angst/ mixed feelings?????

Character: Jackson Wang x Reader (feat. Im Jaebeom)

Words Counted: 6K7+

Story is based on his song, LMLY

questions and request are available / masterlist

It was a chilly Sunday when you were enjoying your evening coffee in your small apartment balcony. You sat there on the chair with a book you’ve been reading by the table beside you. You’ve finished your work, general apartment cleaning, laundry, rearranging your furniture to give your place something new to look at. What a great way to celebrate your productivity with a cup of Iced coffee and a great book right?

           The sun was just about to go down, the sky was showing the orange, pruple, lilac beautiful sky as the chilling wind blew across your face. You take in a deep breath as you closed your eyes slowly, letting your body and mind relaxed—but it was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing beside you. You threy your head back on your chair, letting out a groan and you could feel the little annoyance inside of yourself before you could grab your phone form the table.

Jackson

You could feel your heart jumped when you saw the caller ID before you could press the green button and pressed your phone against your ear.

           “Yeah?” You answered, keeping your cool and heartbeat to a normal rate.

           “Hey, mind if I swing by at 7?” He shot his question and you.

           Usually, you would be taken aback when people shot you a question if they can come over in such a short notice. But this it Jackson Wang—your best friend.

Maybe.

“Uh… I don’t know Jackson, I’m kind of tired today, I’ve been taking care of the apartment since the morning, and I just sat down.” You told him, pushing your hair back, lying to yourself if you think you didn’t want him to come over.

           “Well, I just wanted to swing by… I want to see you before I get back to work.” He explained himself.

           You leaned back onto your chair, crossing your arms against your chest.

           “Well… okay then, do you want me to make you anything?” You asked him.

           “No, it’s alright, I just want to be with you right now.” He sighed.

           You could feel your heart and expression soften when you heard him by the phone before you could nod yoru head.

           “Well, okay then, I’ll be waiting for you.”

           “Great! I’ll see you later.” He said before he hung up the phone.

           You pulled your phone away to look at the screen, as if to make sure that he actually hung up the line and let out a heavy breath. You placed your phone back on the table, your eyes focused on the city scenery. You covered your face with your hands, suddenly feeling pressured and stress about Jackson coming over.

You’ve been friends with Jackson for the longest time you could even remember. You met him while you were in college before he became the worldwide superstar that the people known today. Even when you were busy with your college assignments and par-time work, while Jackson was busy with his recordings, rehearsals and tight schedule, he would always have time to spend with you. When you graduated from college your parents neither your parents couldn’t make it because of their work, but you were in tears when Jackson showed up with a bouquet of flowers and champagne in hand.

           He’s worked so hard and so passionate about music and performances, he’s built his own label from scratch. And you couldn’t be more proud of him for his achievements. He gets more recognition from other people from the other side of the world, and has been invited to various talk shows and variety shows, which is exciting to see. But on the other side of that, he would sometimes feel pressured and stress because of his busy schedule, he would forget to take care of himself. But, he didn’t forget about you, and you would always remind him that you’re always there for him and remind him for the little things he needs to do.

           Things took a turn between you two when he invited you to a party that Jinyoung hosted. It wasn’t such a huge and loud party, but it was enough for you to meet a lot of incredible people with a lot of achievements. When there’s party, there’s wine—especially with Jinyoung. When Jackson asked if you wanted to get back, you nodded your head, because you felt you’ve had enough drinks. The drive back to your place was normal, you gushed at how you met some people and didn’t even freak out. He chuckled seeing and knowing that you had a great time. When you arrived at your place, you offered if he wanted to come up and he did so.

           When you arrived, you struggled to kick off your heels before you stumbled. Before you could hit the floor, Jackson caught you just in time, and you didn’t even realize how close your face was to him. You still remember the smell of his cologne, you still remember how eyes looked like. Even though it’s dark in the room but you could see his burning, dark gaze upon you.

“(Y/N)…” Jackson brethed, as you felt his hand holding your back.

           You swallowed hard, before you could breathe in the amount of alcohol from his lips.

           “I’m going to kiss you, if you want me to stop just say it.” He whispered in a low voice.

           You swallowed hard before he could leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the fireworks in your brain, your body just melts into his arms, and the adrenaline rushing thorough your veins. You were sure drunk, but you were still sober enough to think this through. He pushed your body gently before it hits the wall. When you let out a breath, he caught this as a greenlight to slip his tongue between yours and you tangled your fingers between his hair. His free hand slowly worked up on your thigh, lifting the fabric of your dress before you could slowly lift your leg.

           “You’re very drunk aren’t you?” Jackson teased and you shook your head, pressing your lips back to his.

           “Sober enough to want you.” You told him.

           Jackson raised his eyebrow with a smirk creeping up on his lips.

           “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you again.

           “Don’t make me beg for it, Wang.” You told him, with a challenging tone.

           Without wasting another time, he lifted you up from the ground pressing his lips against your neck as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He struggled to open the door to your bedroom but you parted your lips before you could help him opened the door. And once the door was open, you connected your lips back to his, before he could kick it open and walked in. He threw you onto your bed before he could hold himself on your bed, hovering on top of you.

           The rest of the night became history. He made you feel such pleasure, you made sounds that felt like honey against his ear and only to make him do you more aggressive. Everything that happened was magical and it was truly alive.

           The next morning, you woke up with a headache, and sore legs. When you were about to get up, an arm pulled you back into the bed and you were surprise to see Jackson still beside you with his eyes closed.

           “Stay.” He said.

           “Jackson…” You breathed. The vision of last night came to your mind, “Did we…”

           “What? You regret it?” Jackson asked, in his raspy voice.

           He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he could move his hand south to your hip, tracing circles. You shook your head.

           “No, no, no, I didn’t regret—I was sober.” You told him, which only made you regret you said it.

           He lift his eyebrow up with his cheeky smirk.

           “Oh? So… was I good?” He said leaning his face.

           You could practically feel his breath hitting your face, and his lips just ghosting against yours.

           “You were alright….” You whispered against his lips.

           “Not what you said last night.” He teased, leaning down onto your neck.

           He pressed his lips against your skin, sucking the sweet spot gently as your hands dug into the bedsheet.

           “I was surely drunk…” You lied, holding the feeling of pleasure. Holding yourself, as your felt him getting hard against you.

           “Yeah… right…” He continued to trail kisses down to your chest, then moved between your breast before he came back up and plant a soft morning kiss to your lips.

           “(Y/N)…”

           “Yeah?” You breathed, before meeting his dark eyes.

           “I’m not sure if I want to be in a relationship just yet…” He told you.

           Raising your eyebrows, you placed your hands on his face. “What do you mean?” You asked him.

           “I mean… is this a one-time thing? Or…”

           “Do you want it to be a one-time thing?” You asked him, feeling yoru heart racing.

           He shook his head, “No… I sort of… think that maybe…”

           “Friends with benefits?” You finished hi question and he nodded his head.

           “I’m fine with that…” You told him.

           “Really?” He asked, surprise.

           “I’m not looking for something serious just yet… I can have a fling.” You told him.

           “So, no strings attach, if one is not in the mood, don’t force it, and if one has find someone, we’d discuss it.” He said and you nodded you head, bitting yoru bottom lip.

           “Okay—now, kiss me.” You told him and he waste no time pressing his lips back to yours, making you back alive in the morning.

It’s been going for 3 months and you could feel yourself avoiding him lately. It’s not he’s not good at it—he’s great, he’s amazing. But you started to feel like you’ve developed feelings for him. And you were too scared to find out what would happen if he finds out.

           You got back inside since it was starting to rains outside. You brought all of your stuff in before you could lock the balcony door and closed the curtains. You walked towards the kitchen to wash the dirty dishes before you could slouch back on the couch. As you were scrolling through your social media, you heard the doorbell ring.

           “Coming!” You drag your steps to open the door. And there he was...

           Jackson stood there looking damp because of the rain. He was wearing his white t-shirt (which you could see his perfect 6 through it!!) with his pair of jeans and white sneakers.

           “Hey, come in.” You opened the door wider for him to step inside.

           You closed the door behind you as you walked back to your room, remembering that Jackson left some shirts at your place.

           “Do you need a change of clothes?” You asked him as you opened your wardrobe to dig for his clothes.

           You grabbed one of his black t shirt and as you turned your heels, Jackson was already standing in front of you. You jumped, throwing the t-shirt at his direction.

           “Jackson! You scared me!” You said, placing your hand at your chest.

           He chuckled, removing the t-shirt from his face before he could take a step closer to you. He placed his arm around your waist, pulling your closer, placing his lips gently on yours before moving to the corner of your lips then down to your shoulder.

           “Jackson…” Your eyes automatically flutter closed as you felt his lips trailing kisses up and down your shoulder and neck.

           “Yeah…” His hot breath hit your skin, only fuming the fire inside you even more.            “Get change… you’re wet.” You told him, yoru hand moved to his shoulder, gripping the farbric of his slight, wet t-shirt.          

           “I can make you wet.” You heard the mischievous in his tone as he spoke and you rolled your eyes, pushing his body slightly.

           He held his hand on his chest his face showed the expression of hurt.

           “I… am HURT!” He said dramatically before he threw the t-shirt you just handed to him to the bed and took his damp t-shirt off. He threw his damp shirt into the laundry bin and he turned to you before he could turn his head to look over to you followed by a smirk.

           “You’ve seen my body before, why are you staring?” He teased and you just shook your head before you could step out from your room and lay yourself on the couch turning the TV on.

           Seconds later, Jackson followed you out from the bedroom and lay on top of you.

           “Jackson, you’re incredibly annoying today!” You pushed him aside before he volunteered to roll himself behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

           “Ugh, you’d still cling to me anyway.” He smiled cheekily, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek.

           “By the way,” He shifted his position, making himself comfortable.

           “What are we watching?”

You both ended up having a Friendsmarathon before eventually you fell asleep in Jackson’s arms. He was still awake because he needed to be back at the studio just before 3 in the morning and he didn’t have the courage to wake you up. He slowly slipped his armaway from you before he stood on the couch and moved away. A small smile appeared on his lips as he was how peaceful you were. He felt his phone buzzed in his pocket, so hi took it out and it was a text from Jaebum.

JAY-B

Where are you? Hurry back

He replied a quick text, telling him that he’s on his way before he shoved his phone back in his pocket. He slipped his arms under you before lifting you up from the couch and carried you to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed and put you under the cover. You shifted your position as your eyes flutter open.

           “Hey…” You grumbled.

           Jackson kneeled down as you saw his face. “You’re leaving?” You asked him in a sleepy tone.

           “Yeah, I didn’t plan to stay either, I have to go back to the studio.” Jackson explained.

           “What even time is it?” You asked, leaning up with your arm.

           “It’s three in the morning.” He smiled.

           Your eyes widen and you rolled your eyes before you fell your head back onto the pillow. “You’re crazy.” You told him.

           “I have to go, okay? Jaebum is texting me.” He said as he leaned his face closer to yours.

           You pulled your blanket from your face so that he could press his lips with yours. The thing about Jackson was; you know this is a toxic relationship, you could easily get out of it, but you never want it because you’re addicted to him.

           “Bye…” He whispered, giving you another quick peck before he left your room, slowly closing the door.

           You heard the TV being turned off, and from the gap of your bedroom door, you could see he has turned the lights off in your apartment before you heard the front door being shut. You snuggled yourself into a more comfortable position before you close your eyes and drifted back to sleep.

The next morning you woke up by the sound of your phone ringing on the other side of your bed. With your eyes still closed, you stretched your arms patting the bed before you felt you phone underneath your fingertips. You grabbed your phone, remembering where the green button was, pressing the green button and placed it on your ear.

           You moaned.

           “You’re still sleeping?” You heard Jackson’s voice on the other side of the line.

           You pulled your phone away from your ear to see the time on the top of the screen.

           “Jackson—” You moaned his name, as you rolled yourself up on the bed. “It’s 7 AM in the morning, you moved me from the couch at 3 AM, of course I’m still sleeping.” You rubbed your eyes gently with the back of your hand. H

           “I’m still at the studio, could you come over to my place?” He asked, followed by the sound of him yawning.

           “Right now? You’re kidding right?” You asked, irritated.

           “No, just come over tonight, maybe around 7?”He asked and you immediately knew where it was heading.  

           “I’ll just have to see later, if I don’t have much work today.” You told him.

           There was a few sends of silent on the end of the phone, and you waited for him to say something but nothing came.

           “Jackson?”

           “Uh, yeah, sorry I was dazing… okay, just text me if you could.” He said.    

           “Okay…”

           “Kay, bye.” He then hung up.

           You felt sick to the stomach. You felt like now is your last straw, you don’t want to be in this twisted cycle anymore. You wanted to say no, but how could you? You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want him. You’d be lying to yourself if you’re saying that this isn’t hurting you as well.

There was no way that you could get back to bed at this point. You groaned to yourself as you got out of your bed, dragging your steps towards the bathroom. You took a quick shower, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and dried your hair. You stepped out and put on your work attire before stepping out from your room to make yourself a cup of coffee and fix yourself a breakfast. Right after breakfast, you went back to your room to get yourself ready for work. You slipped your laptop and paperwork into your work bag before you could walk out from your room. Before you could step out from your bed room you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time giving yourself a small smile.

           “What does Jackson see in me?” You asked, turning sideways, looking at the curves of your body.

           “Well, he saw the best.” You shrugged, walking out closing the bedroom door behind you before you could grab your car keys and putting your heels, ready for work.

Work didn’t go as smooth as you thought. Your boss kept giving you paper works and even your co-workers were in the blue on where the work was from. You didn’t understand most of the data that was given to you because you didn’t even know where it was from. Your boss kept bursting out from his office, yelling at the other workers without even making sense on what he was talking about before he went back into his office, slamming the door. You swore on your life that the glass window almost cracked. When it was around 7, Jackson kept texting you, asking where you were and you replied to him, telling him that you’re still have tons of work. When it was time to go home, your boss suddenly called you to his office and you did. He apologized for how he acted, but then he told you he’s thinking of promoting you into a higher position before giving you another, tons of paperwork to bring home. You gave him your fake smile before you left his office and left the building.

As you got into your car, you placed your bag and your paperwork on the passenger seat. You leaned back on your seat, letting out a long, deep breath, your eyes flutter closed. You leaned your head to the side and you saw your phone lit up. It was a text from Jackson.

Jackson

Are you done with work?

Do you want me to pick you up?

To: Jackson

Yeah, no need, I brought my own car, I’ll be there in a few

Right after you tossed your phone to the passenger seat, you quickly started your engine and drove right to Jackson’s house. Your office to Jackson’s place wasn’t so long of a drive, because your office was near his place anyway. But it felt like a long drive because you were feeling frustrated. It’s either you’re tired of your relationship with Jackson or because of how your boss acted towards you and your other co-workers.

           The tire screeched as you parked your car beside Jackson’s. you shoved your phone into your bag before you slung it over your shoulder and turn your car engine off. You slammed your car door, locking it before you could walk up to the steps of Jackson’s front door. You pressed the doorbell once before there was no answer you knocked your knuckles on the door. The door swung open to reveal Jackson with his confused expression, only wearing a pair of sweatpants with no top on. His toned abs and bulging biceps were just what you need to see right now.

           “What?” He asked, a hit of annoyed was in his voice.

You met his brown eyes, and you felt every negative energy just washed over you. You shook your head as you pushed him into his house, kicking the door closed before crashing your lips onto his. He was taken aback and confused, but he gladly welcomed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kicked your heels off and he pulled your body closer to him.

           “I want to be in your room.” You breathed, as you pulled your lips away from him.

           Jackson crooked his eyebrow, looking at you.

           “What’s gotten into you?” He asked in a teasing tone, but you just glared with your eyes.

           You slipped your hand into his sweatpants, feeling him hard against your hand as you rubbed it.

           “Don’t make me turn my heels and walk out that door.” You told him.

           “Not in this state.” He said, pulling your hand out of his pants before he could place his hands on your ass. He told you to jump in command and you did. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You reconnect your lips with Jackson as he walked himself up the stairs towards his bedroom.

           As he was standing in front of his room, you felt his hands shakes underneath you. He slowly placed you back to the ground, onto your feet before he opens the door and took your hand. He led you inside his room before he could set the lights and turned the fireplace on. He walked back to you, taking your hand pulling you to his bed. He sat on the bed as you draped your legs against his. His hands landed on your neck, feeling the need of his touch on you before he could trail down and took the blazer off of you. He threw it on the floor as you leaned down to connect your lips back to his. You placed your hand on his shoulder as your body slowly grind on him. One of his hand was planted on your ass as the other one was trying to unbutton the blouse you were wearing. He threw the blouse to the floor somewhere before he could wrap his arms around your waist. You felt his warm body pressing against yours as he pulled your body closer to him (even if that’s possible). He laid himself down as you hover on top of him. His hand squeezed your breast, and you fell onto his body as you moaned. He quickly unclasped your bra before throwing it and switched his position. He hovered on top of you before he leaned down. You felt his hot breath hitting your skin, as well as his tongue and lips, moving, leaving trails of wet kissed on your neck and chest.

           “Jackson…” You moaned his name, when his lips touched your nipple. Biting it, in a pleasuring way before squeezing it with both of his hands. You looked down to him as he looked up to you. You saw the darkness in his eyes but he continued to move down to kiss your entire body. To your surprise, he wasted, no time to pulling your pants and underwear down and throwing it, to the floor before he could slip his sweatpants down as well. He made you feel comfortable on his bed as he opened his nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth before you took it from him.

           “Allow me.” You whispered, volunteering to put it on him.

           You felt his tip against your palms and he let out a rough moan as you play with him, teasing, putting it on. You felt his tip hitting your core before you could feel it, slip inside of you. You let out a sound as he slowly pushed himself deeper inside of you. You felt him, pulling out not entirely before he aggressively pushed himself back deeply. Jackson’s hips moved started slow at first, and every time he thrust against you, you let out a heavy sigh. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he thrust you even harder as his left wet kisses along your chest and stomach.

           “Open your eyes, look at me.” Jackson whispered as his eye level was on yours.

           You opened your eyes to meet his dark, brown ones. The fire behind him just made him look even more intimidating than ever. You could see the sweat on his temple and shoulder. His lips plumped, with a little smear of lipstick form your lips.

           “Does it feel good.” He asked, between his breath, resting his forehead on yours.

           It feels like your sound pitch was gone, and the only thing that can escape your mouth are moans and heavy breathing. You nodded your head in respond before you felt his hips moved faster.

Your hands gripped his forearm, gasping for air as he moved even more faster.    

           “Jackson… Jackson!” You moaned his name.

           He held his whole body wight with one arm as his other hand found your face. He stuck his thumb into our mouth, pulling your plump bottom lip low. His eyes focused and yours.

           “God, I fucking love you (Y/N).” He sighed, as he pushed himself deep inside of you by surprise, causing you to arch your back.

           You felt him slipping himself out before he you could feel the warm, liquid, spat on your stomach. He fell against the bed beside you as you wipe all his cum away from your stomach with your hand. You felt him tugging your arm before you scooted yourself closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead as you watched his eyes flutter closed

           “That was amazing, did something happen at work?”

           “Don’t ruin the moment.” You snuggled your face to his neck and he let out a chuckle.

           “But I made you feel better right?” He asked with pride and his annoying smirk.

           “Like I said, don’t ruin it wang.” You told him again and you can feel the smile creep on his lips.

           There was a moment of silent between the two of you. You remembered what he told you before during your sex.

“God, I fucking love you (Y/N).”

You couldn’t help but to feel that little grip of hope, that maybe, he’s starting to feel something towards you.

           “Jackson…” You called for his name before he hummed in respond.

           “When is this going to end?” You asked him.

           He pulled his head away before he turned down to you.

           “What do you mean?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

           “I mean this…I mean—don’t you want to have a wonderful relationship? And not just… sex?” You asked him.

           “Are you seeing someone?” You asked him and you quickly shook your head.

           “I’m not… I just, feel like, somehow this should end, and maybe start a relationship with someone.” You told him.

           “You mean us?” He crooked his eyebrow.

           “If you want to put it bluntly—yes.” You told him.

           “But, I’m comfortable on where we are—what’s the difference anyway (Y/N)? Why are you suddenly asking?” Jackson asked, suddenly getting his whole guards up.

           You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh and covered your face with your hands.

           It feels like you’re never going to get yourself anywhere with him. You wanted to cry, you wanted to grab your clothes off the floor and leave at this second. But you know you couldn’t.

           “I’m sorry…” You apologized, “It’s just a long day at work, I think I’m just overthinking about stuff.” You told him. Removing your hands, your eyes meeting with his.

           “I’m sorry.” Your hand reached for his biceps.

           “I’m liking where we are… I just don’t see the point in changing something for status and everything.” Jackson pointed out, and you felt what he just said stabbed your heart a million times.

           “Let’s just go to sleep, I don’t want to talk about this any further.” He said, turning himself around so that his back was facing you as he lay down. For an hour or so, he eventually fell asleep while you were still wide awake on your back. You looked at the time on the clock that was placed on the night stand at your side. It was 3 in the morning. You looked over to Jackson who hasn’t moved from his position. You slowly moved yourself to his side, to find how calm his face is while he was asleep.

Goodbye Jackson, you said to yourself before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his temple. You carefully rolled off from the bed picking your clothes before putting them on slowly. You opened the bedroom door as your face turned to Jackson for a few seconds before turning away and left his room.

-

It has been 2 weeks since you’ve bolted away from Jackson’s place in the middle of the night. And of course, Jackson has been blowing up your phone with texts and calls. You’ve read his text from notification and you didn’t even bother to call back. Since you knew he was going to be knocking at your door at any point, you booked yourself to stay at a hotel to avoid him (and of course for a little staycation for yourself). The first 3 days, Jackson has been texting and tried to call you nonstop. On day 4, started to give up, only to text your once or twice a day before calling you once. On day 5, you went back to your place and you started to scream and cry on your bed. And you mainly cry yourself to sleep until it was day 7. And the next week, you were trying to heal yourself, and Jackson only text you once on each cay, calling your name or asking you on where you at.

           On day 8, you just arrived home from work when you saw a familiar looking figure standing in the main lobby.

           “Jaebum?” You called, and the man turned his attention from his phone to you.

           “Hey, (Y/N)! I was just around the neighborhood, I thought I’d stopped by.” He smiled, shoving his phone into his pocket.

           “Oh, well that’s nice of you.” You smiled, as you noticed the plastic bag he was holding.

           “Oh, I also brought over some food, I thought that maybe we could have a meal together—I hope you haven’t eaten anything yet?” He asked nervously and you giggled as you shook your head.

           “No, I haven’t but you really didn’t have to you know.” You smiled, and Jaebum just smiled back at you.

           “I insist.” He said.

           You both went up to your apartment letting  Jaebum in as he walked to your kitchen dining table and you opened the curtains to reveal the scenery.

You and Jaebum are quiet close with each other. Other than Jackson, Jaebum was the one you usually talk to, because you both share the same interest.

           “So, what did you get?” You asked, taking your blazer off as you walked to the kitchen area, rolling up your sleeves. “Just usual stuff.” He said, taking the containers out from the bag. You took out some glasses and plates from cabinet, arranging the table, before you both could sit and enjoy the meal.

           Jaebum asked and how you were doing, and how was work since you both haven’t seen each other for a while. You told him about how you were doing fine and how you’re getting promoted at work, and how btween everything is just stressful. This feels like a casual catching up to you but you felt like there’s something more he wanted to know.

           “So how are you with Jackson? Are you both getting along just fine?” Jaebum asked, dropping the bomb on you.

           “He told you anything?” You asked him.

           “He told me that you’re ignoring him. You’re not replying to any of his texts, nor answering his calls.” He told you, and you placed your spoon on your plate.

           “I just couldn’t talk to him for now… I don’t want to see him.” You told him.

           “He’s been off for a couple of days, he’s been slacking, and it worries me.” Jaebum told you before he took a sip of his soda. You felt your heart as if it’s being squished, just as if on que, you heard your phone ring from the couch and you quickly got up to get it.

Jackson

You placed it back onto the couch before walking back to the dinning table.

           “Work?” Jaebum asked, and you nodded your head.

           “Yeah, but I’ll call them back later.” You lied, “He’s making work difficult isn’t he?” You asked Jaebum.

           Jaebum quickly shook hi head, not wanting you to make you feel guilty. “No, no, not at all! We just feel like we’re missing something out of Jackson’s energy.” He assured you.

           “I don’t need to know, what your problem is with him, but I just want you to talk to him whenever you’re ready.” He told you, “He’s fucked up most of the time, but I know things won’t get better if you’re not going to talk to him.” He said.

           You didn’t argue nor even say anything because you know that he’s right.

           “He needs you, you know? He can’t really say it, but he’s shows that he needs you.” Jaebum said with a smiled.

           You smiled back at Jaebum before you both could continue your meal and continue with the conversation.

“Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for bringing in some food for my stomach.” You smiled at him.

           “It was no problem at all, you’re a friend of mine as well, sometimes I get the feeling that you forget that we’re friends too.” He joked and you laughed.

           “I promise, we’ll hang out more often.” You told him. He waved his hand to you as he walked towards the elevator and you closed the door to your apartment. You walked towards the couch, dropping your shole wight before you let out a breath. You turned your head, grabbing your phone. You read all the text from Jackson from the week before and there was this long text that you didn’t even noticed.

Jackson

(Y/N), I know I screwed up. Just please, talk to me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped that night, I realized that you’re all that I need, you’re the only one that I want in life, but I didn’t want anything to change because I was afraid that you will change. Please just talk to me. Text me, call me or anything, come over. I need you here.

The more you scrolled upward the more angry and worry he get. You didn’t blame him, you were gone 3 in the morning, of course he was worried. You got up from your couch to get change into an outfit that’s more comfortable other than pencil skirt and blouse. You wore a pair of sport tights and an oversized hoodie. You grabbed your phone and car keys before slipping on your slippers on and left your apartment.

           As you reached Jackson’s place, you could feel yourself coming home to twenty speeding tickets because of how fast you were driving. You felt your heart race as you got onto the front of Jackson’s house. You raised your to press the doorbell, but hesitant. You felt like throwing everything up what you just ate with Jaebum. You felt sick, and sudden dizziness. It’s making you too nervous. As you were about to press the doorbell, the door swung open, to reveal Jackson standing with a pair of t-shirt and sweatpants on. The second your eyes met him, your felt your heart stopped. You felt your eyes burning, tears welling up in your eyes, your lips trembling.

           “Jackson I—” Before you could even get your words out, he pulled you into the house shutting the door before he could turn around to face you.

           He didn’t say anything and so were you. As tears begin to stream down your face, he got close to you, pulling you into his arms before you started crying on his shoulder.

           “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left in the middle of night like that, I’m sorry I made you worry, I—”

           “(Y/N)… no, don’t—it’s okay, I understand why you wanted to leave too. And I’m sorry I snapped at you like that, I shouldn’t have said that.” He told you, as your wrapped your arms around him neck.

           You both stood there, in front of the door, with only the light above you shining down. Jackson tried to calm you down my moving his hand against your back, making you feel secure and assuring you that everything is going to be okay since you’re here with him.

           “It was selfish of me to leave you like that.” You told him. You pulled your face away from his shoulder, revealing to him your puffy eyes and red face. He gave you a small smile as he placed his hand on the side of your face.

           “You know you look cute when you’re crying right?” He asked, and you just shook your head, a little smile turned on your lips.

           He wiped the tears gently with his thumb, before you noticed his eyes. Gleaming.

           “I’m sorry, I was wrong saying that to you. I was being so, utterly denial to myself, I didn’t realize what I said was hurting you.”

           “I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, I didn’t—”

           “So, you’re telling me, you’re lying that you wanted a relationship with me?” Jackson cuts you in, and you pressed your lips together.

           “I know I fucked up by saying that we’re never ever going to work. Maybe because I was just scared something will change between us. I don’t ever want to lose you because you’re all that I need.” He told you, “The actual reason why I never want settle down with anyone was because you’re the only one I want to settle with. And when you left, and you gave me the deadliest silent, I was thinking about how you’re going to be with another man other than me, and I can’t bare myself to imagine it—I can’t even picture it!” He confessed.

           “I’m sorry that I realized it too soon to late.” He apologized again, this time dropping his face, looking down to the floor.

           You could feel your heart melt by his words, you could feel the tears building up again as you lift his face from the floor to show his face to you.

           “Jackson, nothing is too late.” You told him.

           “Are you saying I’m getting a chance to make things right?”

           “I’m saying, that you’re getting the chance if you want to take it. And, if you’re sure about it..” You told him.

           “I want to take it… and I’m sure about it.” He quickly responded to you. “I’ll make sure you won’t regret it. I’ll make sure to give you everything that you ever deserve. I’ll make sure all of it!” He told you.

           You giggled through the tears as a smile turned up on his lips. He leaned down pressing his lips against yours, feeling how gentle his lips are, and reminded you just how much you missed his lips locked on yours. He pulled his lips away from you before he could pull you into a tight hug.

           “I love you so much, (Y/N), and I’ll make sure you believe in that too.”

[dollystuartwrites]

Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1350

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]  MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling,  masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

The vibrating did not stop when he left, although you had hoped it would.

Ten minutes later you entered the conference room. Jackson was already there. His eyes instantly shot to yours and one of the corners of his mouth pulled upwards.

You sat down at the table next to him, not daring to look at him.

As soon as the meeting started something happened again. The toy inside of you upped its vibration level again, but this time it started vibrating in an off-beat rhythm.

Shocked you looked up at Jackson, but he didn't move a muscle.

Cursing him in your mind you quickly tried to look away, trying hard not to focus on the stimulation inside of you.

Although the meeting was hell and you missed half of what was said, you thought you were doing pretty well. When the meeting ended, the vibration lowered again, but the off-beat rhythm continued.

You endured the following hours, not getting too much work done and not leaving your desk as much as you possibly could.

But the second meeting was worse. Once again, you sat down next to Jackson, and once again, when the meeting started, the toy started vibrating, but this time much harder than before. Silently you clenched your jaws together and endured, trying not to fidget and keeping your face as neutral as you possibly could.

It was just bearable and when the meeting ended and everyone got up and left, you dared to let out a sigh. Jackson lingered slightly and you could feel the vibrations lessen again. It wasn't as low as before, but at least it was a little less.

Pretending like he was organizing his files on the desk, Jackson bent over to you.

'Doing so well for me so far,' he whispered in your ear before he left.

You could feel your wet panties sticking to your core, and prayed that you wouldn't leak through to the fabric of your clothes.

The rest of the day you simply pretended to work. Whenever you needed to look busy, you simply typed random words into a document on your computer. The stimulation was driving you to the edge of sanity and you weren't sure how much longer you could endure.

At last, the final meeting of the day was called. There wouldn't be as many people, and some employees were already packing their stuff to go home for the weekend.

Feeling tired, and knees that felt weak, you made your way to the smallest meeting room in the office.

Once more you took your place next to Jackson while the others sat down too and took out their stuff.

'Y/n,' Jackson suddenly spoke. You looked up at him in surprise. 'can you take the minutes for me?' he asked calmly.

Afraid of what would happen if you'd say no, you nodded and took out your laptop, opening a new document.

Jackson started speaking and you started typing.

Then all hell broke loose.

The vibrator seemed to go completely berserk. It started vibrating so hard and wildly in an on-and-off pattern that you almost couldn't believe it wasn't audible. What made it even worse what that its attack on your already tense walls seemed to be precisely in your soft spot…

Your hands started shaking and you stopped typing for a moment. You had to tense up every muscle in your body not to cry out in ecstasy.

The lacking sound of your typing made Jackson look up at you.

There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, no knowing look. He simply raised his eyebrows at you as if he had no idea what was going on inside of you.

Fuming, you put your shaking hands back on your keyboard and started to smash in random buttons without a thought.

This seemed to be good enough for Jackson, as he turned his face away from you again and continued speaking.

You had no idea what they were talking about, as you kept mashing buttons and clenched your jaw together so you wouldn't slip out a moan.

After what seemed an eternity, the lights suddenly dimmed slightly and the TV at the other end of the meeting room started playing. All heads turned that way.

You knew you could stop typing for the moment and the darkness gave you the opportunity to relax your face for a second.

A large hand squeezed your thigh and you turned your head. Jackson had slipped his hand under the table, the arm that he had dropped was invisible to outsiders, with the laptop in front of him blocking their view.

His hand slid upwards slightly and dipped into your pants. You quickly looked away from him and put your tongue between your teeth so as not to yelp. Through the lace fabric of your panties, he found your hard clit. With the toy inside you still on berserk setting, he started to rub slow circles over your clit.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to run away from here.

The video stopped but Jackson didn't.

The lights turned on again and the conversation resumed. Meanwhile, Jackson increased the pressure on your clit while maintaining the slow circling pace.

Your hands now truly shaking, you started mashing the keyboard again, trying to breathe through your nose as best as you could.

Now and then Jackson spoke, with his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't on the verge of making you cum.

You could feel the knot building in your stomach. Sweat was starting to form on the back of your neck and your legs were tensing up for dear life.

You wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Just when you started to think you might come undone at any second now, you heard the sounds of scraping chairs. People were leaving.

You quickly stopped pretending to type.

Jackson leaned over to you, pretending he was checking your computer screen and still not stopping his finger from circling your tormented clit.

When the last person closed the door behind them and the voices and footsteps faded away, you gasped.

'I'm impressed,' Jackson said lowly. 'I didn't think you were able to hold out for so long,'

'J-Jack-Jackson,' you whimpered tears of anger and exasperation forming in your eyes.

'Relax baby, you can cum for me now. Everyone is gone. Cum,' he commanded.

It hadn't been necessary for him to tell you as you couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped and started to shake. Jackson quickly put his free hand over your mouth, covering the sounds of your moans and cries as he finally made you come undone.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, partially because the vibrator didn't stop and Jackson kept rubbing you slowly. You started to feel overstimulated and your whole body started spasming. You tried to get away from his hand, but he used his arm to keep you down.

'Just a little more,' he teased. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You whimpered, whined, and squirmed but Jackson didn't seem satisfied just yet and continued his attack on your clit.

Then after half a minute of you trying to stifle your moans, out of nowhere a second orgasm overtook your body, even far more intense than the first one. Your muscles cramped up so bad it almost hurt, your eyes rolling back into your head with the blissful feeling.

'Good girl, good girl,' Jackson cooed while he made you ride out your second high. 'Very good, I knew you could do it. I knew you could cum for me again. So good. So obedient,'

When you started to return to earth again he finally let go of you, withdrawing his hand from your pants. The vibrator inside of you finally turned off.

You slumped into your chair, your body feeling like it had just run the marathon.

Jackson had gotten up from his chair and stroked your head while kissing your cheek.

'I'm so proud of you baby,' he whispered. You couldn't speak. Your mind was far too fucked out still to think.

'I think you deserve your reward now,' he said with a low voice.

[yyparkq]

THIGH RIDE

characters: jackson wang x reader

warnings: pure smut!; (not so) dry humping

It’s only less than a month before the wedding of Jackson’s sister. It wouldn’t have matter more if it was a simple church or garden wedding but knowing your fiance’s family, such occasion should be grand. They opted on doing a beach wedding somewhere in Palau so of course, you got to get your body ready for it.

The moment you noticed the pink marked week on your phone calendar, you immediately stood up and weighed yourself in front of the mirror, slightly knocking Jackson off as he got out of the shower. You scrunched up your shirt and checked out your belly. Your period has just ended and you’ve been sneaking out eat junk foods behind Jackson’s back. He’d nonstop nag at you the moment he learned you were eating hotdog sandwich with pop corn and soda while he was away for the whole three days. You can’t beat the cravings and you claim defeat against them this time. 

Jackson looks at you in confusion. You have your ass bare in front of him as you check out yourself at the mirror, your thong being buried in between the depths of your butt cheeks. 

You glance at Jackson before heading to the bathroom. “I’m hitting the gym. You coming?” 

“Sure, babe.” he answers and follows your body with his gaze. You wink at him and sends him a cute flying kiss in which he laughs at. 

You work hard on your sets at the gym. Both you and Jackson in separate spaces working out, even so, he still glances at your direction every now and then. It’s like you got an invisible pull at him whenever you are in the same enclosed space as him. 

Jackson gets up and walks to you to hand you a water bottle. You cannot help but notice how unbelievably tight his training shorts were today. Did he grow more muscles on his thighs? Or is he wearing an old training shorts? God, you wished it was the former. It would be amazing to ride on those thighs tonight. 

You snatched the water from Jackson and whispered to his ear, “Want to do our own exercise upstairs? I think I want you to fuck me with your thighs, Wang Ji Er.” you slightly ghosted a touch above his length. 

The thoughts of feeling his taut thighs almost made you drool so you quickly whisked out of the gym with your boyfriend on your heels. Jackson follows suit and places a hand around your waist as you wait for the elevator to come. He could feel the tension you have been hiding. He knows as much as the look that you gave him earlier when he gave you a drink. The thought of making you want him in the public like that makes his member twitch in his already tight shorts. Damn, he’s glad he wore the trainers his brother-in-law got him. 

There were three people in the elevator when it opened and Jackson almost whimpered at the prolonged agony evident in his shorts. You pressed the floor number of your unit. Looking at the lit numbers, you realize your floor number comes last, meaning there will be three stops before you even reach your place. 

You decided to amp up the teasing by pressing your butt cheeks in between Jackson’s length while pretending to be busy with your phone. Jackson automatically hissed at the interaction, wrapping his arms around you and placing his forehead on your shoulders. You paid no attention to him. 

The moment you opened the door of the apartment, you let your bodies free of any article of clothing. “Fucking tight shorts. Were you seducing me, Mr. Wang?” you almost growled at his lips while grinding your core on his right thigh. You kept his shorts on, only rolling the hem up his thigh a bit more. “Keep them on. I want to spread my cum all over this filthy shorts of yours.” Jackson loves this side of you, as much as he does to every other, the dominant and wild one. He flexed his muscles and you moaned his name loudly.

“Jacksonnn~~fuck!” these two words seem to be the only words in your vocabulary at that moment. He kneads one of your breasts and takes the other in his mouth, sucking and flicking you sensitive bud with his tongue. You kept on chanting his name alongside your moans. 

Jackson cannot seem to breathe. You’re restraining his length inside his compressed shorts while he’s fully aware of your wetness and your knees trudging up his covered cock. “Touch me.” Jackson murmurs almost pleading to be touched. He brings one of your hands from his shoulders to his shaft. 

You massage his shaft though the moist material, all the while biting your lip and locking eye contact. Jackson reaches up and kisses you deeply, pulling you more into him and guiding your hips as you fasten your pace and massaging your clit to reach your climax. 

You feel yourself shudder as Jackson flexes his thigh much harder, sending you to your release. You pumped his shaft harder until his seed came out. He flipped you on the sofa and brought his face to your core. “I’m not yet done with you.” 

[just-some-random-blogger]

Car Rides

[Blurb I]

GOT7 Jackson Wang x Reader Summary: Jackson brings you to school. Word Count: <300 Warnings: Mundane, fluff, crack-ish, no plot tbh, etc.

A/N: This isn’t a series, the header is just for me because I write stories on my notebook and give them titles like that. It’s just there so i can keep track.OKAY BB THANKS

He puckered his lips out, both because he was being petty and because he wanted a kiss. “Ahh! Babyyy! Just one kiss,” he whined.

“Jackson, I swear to-- I’M LATE!” you say trying to wrangle out of his tight grip as he continued whining. The denim jacket on your arms was only enabling him to keep you put on the passenger seat beside him. And if it weren’t for the seat belt in front of him, Jackson would’ve jumped in front of you.

“One last kiss,” Jacskon hummed, lower lip protruded. You scoff out a chuckle and roll your eyes, “K. 1 kiss.”

He smiled widely, squinting his eyes as you lean over and smack your lips against his. You place your hands on his cheeks and are surrounded by the scent of him as you share the quick but intimate connection.

“I love you, loser,” you say, pulling on the hood of his jacket, putting it over ruffled hair. You chuckled as you removed the seat belt around you.

You ran out of his black Benz, proceeding to walk backwards as you waved Jackson and his pretty face goodbye. He did the exact same thing, however with a lot more conviction, his hand moving back and forth rapidly.

You nearly trip as you continue walking back.

“YA!” Jackson sprang out of the driver’s seat window, proceeding to sit there, arms rested on the roof. “Watch where you’re going!”

You stick your tongue out, “Sure, dad.”

Jackson gasps loudly, exaggeratedly, “kinky.” He waves again, “See you later, sweetheart.” He screams at the top of his lungs, shaping arms over his head like a heat, “I LOVE YOU TOO.”

[itstheoneshot]

Drunken Love

Summary: It’s the night of the JYPEnt end of year party. I’m accompanying Jackson as his date, after being his partner for the last 6 months. This is my first time drinking, as I only turned 20 a month ago, I’m nervous, and excited to see how the night turns out.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Alcohol/Drunkenness, Oral.

“Are you ready yet, Jagi?” Jackson asks

I turn to exit the bathroom, my makeup is fresh and I am fanning my face with my hand to dry the setting spray I just applied. I am wearing a short, body con, black silk dress, my hair is tied back in a high ponytail. I look towards my boyfriend, and he is wearing a fitted suit, which is a change from his usual streetwear style. I am taken aback by how good he looks, of course I already knew he was this attractive, but the suit makes him look so mature and handsome.

“You look amazing.” I breathe

“So do you.” he replies

Jackson steps towards me, wrapping his arm around my waist as he kisses me on the top of my head, careful to not touch my face as my makeup and setting spray still has to dry. We walk together towards the door, stopping to pick up my handbag, and then sitting at the door to pull on my high heels as Jackson puts on his dress shoes. Jackson holds out both of his hands to me, and helps me stand up from the ground, keeping me steady on my feet in the stilettos, before we exit the apartment and meet out taxi out the front.

It does not take long for us to arrive at the venue, where Jackson assists me to step out of the car, and then takes my hand to walk beside him towards the door. I find it a bit overwhelming, having my photo taken so many times by all the fansites waiting to see their favourite idols, and hearing them scream my partner’s name makes me feel a little bit self-conscious, like I’m not good enough for him.

“It’s only you, baby.” Jackson whispers in my ear, as if he could feel my emotions

I do not get a chance to respond, as we reach the security at the door and are let into the hall. Inside, the room is fully decorated, there is a DJ playing music, and along the walls are tables full of food and alcohol, with bartenders handing out drinks. Jackson steers us towards one of the bartenders, and gets us each a glass of champagne.

“To us!” he says, holding out his glass

“To us.” I respond with a smile, clinking our glasses together before taking a sip

I have never really drunk much alcohol, my parents were always strict when I was growing up, and I didn’t have many friends at school so I never went to parties. I am a little bit worried about what being drunk may be like, but I trust Jackson to take care of me, like he has in every other aspect of my life over the last six months of our relationship, so I drink with him.

———

We both finish our first glasses quickly, and take a second drink from the bar before walking together to go and greet the other guests. All of the groups under JYPEnt are here, celebrating the end of another year of music releases, concerts and tours and awards, and myself and Jackson make our way through, saying hello to as many of them as possible.

We finally reach the rest of the GOT7 members, Youngjae and JB have their partners with them, but the rest of the group came solo. All of us talk and hang out together, and are continuously poured more alcohol whenever a bartender walks past with more champagne. I think I’m on glass four or five by now, and the bubbles begin to feel strange in my stomach.

Our conversation is interrupted, as JYP takes the stage and gives his speech. Jackson is standing next to me, he has his arm around my waist, and he runs his fingers gently across the sensitive spot of my stomach. I breathe deeply, trying to focus on composure, but I feel with the more alcohol I have consumed, the harder it is to concentrate on what is going on, only wanting to focus on Jackson.

I lean into Jackson’s shoulder, and wait patiently for the speeches to end. Once the speeches are done, the lights are dimmed and the DJ resumes his position on stage, the event is now becoming a real party as everyone begins to dance. I finish the glass in my hand, as prompted to by my boyfriend, and then he takes my hand and leads us out onto the dance floor.

On the dance floor with all of the other idols, I am self-conscious of my dancing ability, but enjoying the buzz of the alcohol makes it a little bit easier for me. My complete focus is on the man in front of me, and his is on me. We dance together, and I revel in the attention, and in the feeling of Jackson’s hands on my body.

———

It is hard to be in a relationship with an idol, of the six months we have been official, the time spent together has been so limited. Most of the time, Jackson has been on tour, or recording, or interviews and the like. We do spend every night apart video calling, and when he has been home we have spent it together. They’re having a break now, though, which means I get Jackson all for myself for the next month, so I’m not going to let go of him for the whole time.

Even in heels, Jackson towers over me, his arms drape over my shoulders and mine are around his waist as we dance together. I am feeling giddy from the champagne, and can’t help but smile at my beautiful boyfriend as he has the time of his life dancing alongside me. The two of us are soon joined by the other members of GOT7, and the tone changes as the boys mess around with each other. I laugh at their antics, and more drinks are shared around as the chaos of the group’s behaviour unfolds before me.

I’m in stitches from laughing so hard, JB just poured a bottle of champagne down the back of Bambam’s shirt and BamBam is pretending to cry over it, screaming at the top of his lungs. Jackson has tears streaming down his cheeks from laughing, and every single laugh that escapes his mouth fills my heart a little bit more, I’m so grateful for every moment I get to spend with my love. As hard as it is to date an idol, I’m so lucky to get to spend my time with the most incredible man I’ve ever known.

The party gets rowdier as the night goes on, and I’ve lost count of the bottles of champagne that have been finished. I am enjoying the feeling of alcohol coursing through my veins, but I am even more enjoying the feeling of Jackson’s body pressed against mine. The more we drink, the closer we get, always touching each other even if only just by the tips of our fingers, I don’t want to let go.

“When do you want to leave?” Jackson whispers in my ear

“I don’t mind! Aren’t you having fun?” I ask, my voice slurring a little bit

“I am... but I’d much rather have fun with just you.” he replies

My eyes widen as I realise what he is insinuating, and I barely finish nodding in agreement before he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me around the venue saying goodbye to everyone. I wave off the rest of the GOT7 members, pretending to ignore the knowing wink that the now shirtless Bambam gave to us before we walk out the door.

———

It takes no time for our ride to arrive, and Jackson opens the door for me to get inside, before sliding in next to me. I give my address to the driver, and he nods and begins to take us home. Jackson’s hand is resting on my thigh, just above my knee, and throughout the drive his grip slowly makes its way up my leg. On arrival, Jackson pays the driver, before helping me out of the car.

I am wobbly on my feet, regretting wearing heels, but Jackson notices this and picks me up and carries me to the door. He is not sober either, and I try not to scream as he almost stumbles when he puts me back on my feet at the front door. I get my keys out of my bag and let us inside, quickly dropping to the floor to rip the shoes from my feet, and I breathe a deep sigh of relief as the tension eases almost immediately.

Jackson has taken his shoes off too, and he reaches out to help me stand up. I take his hands and he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I soak everything in, my boyfriend, the feeling of drunkenness, the way the room sways a little as I open my eyes, but I feel the way my eyes focus again as I lay them on the handsome man in front of me.

I lean up on my toes to kiss Jackson, fire burning in my stomach as I crave his touch. I run my hands through his hair, and pay attention to his hands as they hold me by the waist. I pull him in closer to me, and I begin to feel more sober by the second as I’m lost in our embrace.

“You’re not too drunk?” Jackson asks, pulling back to breathe for a moment

“I promise I’m not. I want this.” I reply

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything without being sure.” Jackson presses

“I’m sure,” I start, “and it’s fucking hot when you ask for consent.”

Without another word, Jackson presses our lips together again, this time pulling me closer into him, and this time I can feel how badly he wants me, too. His hands explore my back, tracing shapes along the skin exposed by the cut of the dress. A shiver runs up my spine, and I move from kissing Jackson’s lips, to moving across his jawline. I nibble on his earlobe, and I exert a small whine as I kiss, lick, and bite my way down his neck.

I continue to kiss along his collarbones as I undo the buttons of his dress shirt, and I seductively slide the material off his shoulders, watching it drop at his feet and admiring the gorgeous man in front of me. Jackson unzips my dress, and I let it fall off me to the floor. I then begin to kiss down his stomach, until I am kneeling in front of him, I look up at him with wide eyes to see him looking down at me with desperation on his face.

“May I?” I ask

“Please...” he responds

I reach forward and undo his belt buckle, the button and fly, and I pull his pants down to his ankles. Left in just his underwear, his erect member at my eye-level, begging me to take it in whole. My mouth begins to water as I run my finger along the length, and I don’t hesitate to rip his underwear down, and I take his hardness in my hands.

“Fuck, jagi-ya, good girl...” Jackson moans

He runs his fingers through my hair, knotting them at the back as I slowly lower my mouth down onto him. I taste a hint of pre-cum, no more than a droplet, as I begin to bob my head up and down. Desperate for him, swirling my tongue at the tip, and then pushing my head down further, my eyes begin to water as I take his full length down my throat.

Jackson’s moans escalate as I play with his balls with one hand, the other hand gripping his ass cheek. I lose myself in the moment, wanting nothing more but to pleasure the man I love, his moans and grunts like music to my ears, and knowing I am the one making him feel this way is the biggest turn on of all. I hum into him, feeling his grip on my hair tighten at the sensation. I look up at him, his head tilted back as he tries to stay steady, biting his lip as I pull him closer to ecstasy every second.

“I want to fuck you.” Jackson moans

“I want to taste you.” I respond, stopping for a single breath before taking him in again

“Fuck...” Jackson moans

I speed my movements up, choking on him as I force my head down, I can feel him crumbling to my touch but I refuse to stop. I hear his breath hitch in his throat as he releases into my mouth. I taste him as my mouth fills with his seed, and I swallow as he continues to moan. I slowly let go, and look up at him, licking my lips, clearing my mouth of any stray drops.

“You’re too fucking good, but now it’s my turn.” Jackson purrs

I stand up, and Jackson steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around me as he begins to kiss me on the lips. Our tongues fight for dominance as I feel him moan into my mouth, and I let him take control. He unclasps my bra and I pull it off, throwing it aside as I am almost bare in front of him. He pulls me back to the bed, and he lays me down, all while continuing to kiss down my body.

He pays attention to each of my breasts, nipping lightly on each bud, eliciting a whine from me due to the sensation. He kisses down my body, until he kneels at the edge of the bed, with my legs either side of him, spread wide for him to see. I lift my hips as he pulls my lace panties down, giving him access to me.

“You’re so wet already, huh?” Jackson teases

“Mhmm... want you.” I whine

Jackson begins to kiss between my thighs, slowly moving closer to my core. My desperation almost painful, wanting nothing more than for him to touch me. I run my hands through his hair as he gets closer, and he runs his tongue along the entrance. He gives extra attention to my clit, my hips bucking involuntarily underneath him.

I moan at the sensitivity, as Jackson inserts one, and then two fingers inside me. His fingers curl as they thrust in and out of me, his tongue working on my clit, sucking and nibbling gently. My moans escalate, Jackson knowing exactly how to work my body, and I feel tension build in me so quickly.

“I want you to cum for me.” Jackson orders

I relax my body, and pay attention solely to how good my boyfriend is making me feel. With each second, each nip, each suck, and each thrust, I get closer to my release.

“Jackson, I’m so close...” I whine

Jackson speeds his finger movements up, and swirls harder on my clit with his tongue. I feel my body clench, and release, as my orgasm takes over. I moan over and over, my legs twitch and I pull him by his hair, not wanting the sensation to end. As my peak decreases, Jackson slowly extracts his fingers, and kisses up my body until our lips meet again.

“I’m not done yet.” Jackson says

I look down, and see that he is hard again. I smirk at him, and bite my lower lip.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” I reply

He kisses me harder, I kiss him back, and the rest of the night is a mess of sweat, moans, orgasms and a never-ending repeat of our three favourite words.

[definitelyseven]

liability | nine (m)

 summary: reporter meets mafia boss, Park Jinyoung

one | two | three | four | five | six (m) | seven (m) | eight | nine (m) | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen (m) | fifteen | sixteen (m) | seventeen | eighteen - final |

You stopped in front of the door, afraid to go inside to see Jinyoung.

“Go in,” Mark said behind you. You sighed loudly before walking in. As soon as Jinyoung sees you, he runs up to you. You can tell from his face that he was worried. 

“Where the hell did you go?” he asked rubbing your arms up and down. “I was worried.”

“I know,” you said looking down at the floor. 

“You know and you did it?” he said raising his tone at you. You sighed and moved away from him, back to your shared room. He tells the body guards to leave the two of you alone before coming after you. “Y/N...” he called out. You quietly played on your phone, ignoring him. You didn’t want to argue tonight. “Y/N...” he said sitting next to you on the bed. “Answer me.” 

“I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to be alone.”

“Talk to me. I know something’s bothering you,” you rolled your eyes, trying to get up away from him. He holds onto your hand and pulls you back down onto the bed. “We’re not done talking.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” you said angrily.  

“What did I do wrong?”

You scoff, “Nothing. You did nothing wrong, happy? Can I shower now?” 

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong. I know when people are lying, especially when a girl says they don’t want to talk.”

“I hate being watched, being followed everywhere I go,” you confessed. “I hate not knowing what you’re doing and I hate not knowing what we are.”

“I thought you knew what it meant to be with someone like me.”

You sighed, “I thought I did...”

“So, what? You want to leave me?” he asked. You sighed again, no matter how you explained it, he didn’t get it. “Do you want to leave me?” he asked again, this time enunciating every word. Tears formed in your eyes at his words. No, you didn’t want to leave him. You wanted to be with him, but you weren’t sure how he felt. You weren’t sure what this was to him - a casual fuck, a side chick? You didn’t know. “I won’t make you stay if you don’t want to,” Jinyoung said getting up. “I’ll ask Mark to book you the next flight out of here,” he said pulling out his phone and walking away from you. 

You didn’t want to go. 

You got up after him and ran to hug him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I don’t want to go,” you said crying into his back. You feel his back relax at your touch as he grabs your hand on his waist. He hangs up the call with Mark and turns to you.

“Don’t cry,” he said, wiping your tears away. “Are you ready to talk?” he asked. 

You shake your head again, sniffling. “Can you just hold me?” 

He nods, bringing you back to his bed and pulling you into his chest. “You asked what we are,” he whispered in your ear, giving your temple a light kiss. This small gesture comforted you, calmed you down. “What would you say if I called you my girlfriend?” 

You looked up pulling away from him slightly, “W-what?”

“I said what would you say if I called you my girlfriend?” he asked again making your heart race. He knew what was bothering you.  

“Are you asking me because I’m upset about something or because you really want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Isn’t it the same?” he said pulling you back into his arms. You stopped him.

“No, it’s not,” you said sternly. “It’s not, Jinyoung. I need to know.”

“I care about you and if this title is important to you, then let’s put a title on it,” he said pulling you in for a kiss. 

This wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but it was better than nothing. It was good enough for now. 

Jinyoung cups your cheeks in his hands, bringing your lips closer to his. He licks your bottom lip signaling you to open your mouth for him. You do so obediently. Your tongues wrestle each other for a bit before he gives your tongue a light suck. He pulls your body close to his, pressing his lower body against yours. Jinyoung lifts your leg over his waist before flipping you over underneath him. His lips travelled down your jaw and to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over. You tangled your fingers in his hair, giving it a small tug just how he liked. Jinyoung reaches for your top, unbuttoning the front of your shirt. He takes his time with you once he removes your top. He takes your breast in his hands, gently massaging them. You moan at his touch, feeling your core dampen. 

“Jinyoung, please...” you begged. He takes your breast in his mouth, biting and sucking on your nipples until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your core ached to be touch and you felt your panties sticking to your core. He removes your pants in one swift motion, tracing his pointer finger up and down the wet patch of your panties. Jinyoung pulls your panties slightly upward, pressing your already damped panties against your own core. You moaned at the friction. He pulls your panties off and discards it across the room. 

“God, you look so pretty like this,” he said spreading your legs far apart. You helped Jinyoung out of his t-shirt and bottoms before he dives right into your core. You gasped once you feel his lips on your wet pussy. His lips moved strategically against your core, leaving no part untouched. Jinyoung gives your folds a small nibble before attacking your clit with his tongue in an up-down motion. You moan, spreading your legs further apart for him. You tangle your hands in his hair and thrusted your hips forward. “You taste so sweet...” he mumbles in your core. He spreads your folds apart, examining your wet and swollen core. Jinyoung inserts two fingers into you. You threw your head back, arching your back in pleasure. His fingers curved upwards as he pumped in and out of you while sucking your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You started thrusting your hips upward, hoping to chase your own high. “Patience baby...” he said holding your hips down. He removes his fingers out of your pussy, and hovers over you. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, making you suck your own juices. “Will you be a good girl for me?” he asked. 

You nodded and helped him lay down. You got on your knees, leaned down to his cock and looked up at him. He nods giving you the go ahead to take him. You opened your mouth and laid his cock on your tongue, giving it a slow lick, tasting his salty pre-cum. Jinyoung puts his arms behind his head, lifting it up to watch you. Your eyes looked up at him as you lick his veiny cock again. You hear him suck in a breath of air. 

“Come on, baby...” he said in a low voice. You opened your mouth wide and shoved his cock deep down in your mouth till it hit the back of your throat, choking on it. You pulled his cock out of your mouth before taking him full again. Jinyoung groans as you repeat this motion a couple times, sucking him harder each time. He grabs your hair in a ponytail and guides his cock in and out of mouth. You choked and gagged on his cock each time it hits the back of your throat. Your eyes red with tears as saliva drips out of your mouth and down your chin. You gave him another suck, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. “That was amazing baby,” he said pulling you under him as he wiped the salvia off your chin. With his cock still drenched with your saliva, he positions himself in you. You moaned feeling his tip slowly insert in you - inch by inch, he pushes himself in you. He knows you are still getting use to this so he was careful not to be too rough with you, but you could take it.

“Jinyoung, I can take it,” you tell him. “I want you to fuck me hard...” you begged, pulling his body close to yours. 

“Are you sure baby?” he asked, brushing the hair out of your face. You bit your lip, nodding. You were sure. He nods, shoving the rest of himself in you in one motion. You arched your back in pleasure. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt, but you didn’t want to tell Jinyoung that. You didn’t want him to treat you like glass. He pumps himself in and out of you, giving you no time to adjust. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

You spread your legs further apart for him, giving him more room to fuck you. He thrusts so far into you, you feel the tip of his cock hit a spot that was foreign to you. Each time he hits that spot, you moan louder and louder. “Jinyoung, don’t stop,” you begged, thrusting your hips upward. He reaches for your clit and rubs it in a circular motion. “Jinyoung...” you whimpered at the overstimulation. “Fuck, I’m close...” you whined, practically twitching underneath him.

“Hold it in baby. We still have the whole night,” he smirked, halting his movements on your clit. Jinyoung stops thrusting, he looks down at you, watching you struggle to hold in your orgasm.

“I can’t,” you begged, tears falling from the corner of your eyes. Jinyoung wipes the tears away as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. 

“Yes you can. Be a good girl,” he whispered before rubbing your clit again in circular motion. Unlike before, he goes slow - thrusting and rubbing slower than before. With each thrust and each rub, it pushes you closer to the edge. “You’re so pretty when you hold in your orgasm. Tell me what you want me to do,” Jinyoung said nibbling your earlobe. You moaned loudly, feeling your core clench on his cock. “Tell me...” he repeats.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours as you whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I want you to fuck me till I’m sore...I want to cum all over your hard cock.” 

He stops thrusting in you and looks like down at you, “What did you just call me?” 

“Y-you don’t like it?” you asked biting your lip. “I thought guys like that stuff...”

“No baby. I love it. You sound so hot,” he said picking up his pace again. He drills himself in you, over and over again, until you cry out loud. 

“Daddy, please...I have to cum,” you begged again. He pulls out of you and flips you over to lay on your stomach. You whined at the empty feeling in your core. Jinyoung motions you to get on your knees, facing away from him with your ass up. He spreads your butt cheeks apart, examining your glistening red pussy. Your face buried in the pillows as you spread your legs further apart for him to see. 

“You’re dripping, baby. Look at your core clench on nothing. I bet you’re dying for my cock.”

“Yes, please Jinyoung...please,” you begged for the nth time. You threw your head back in pleasure, when you feel his mouth on your core. Your core was clenching on nothing, anymore stimulation, you were sure you’d cum. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” Jinyoung said, pulling away from your core. “You’re doing so good,” he said tracing his finger up and down your folds. You wet core makes it so easy for him to slip right into you. The both of you moan at the feeling of him filling you up and you clenching on his cock. He spreads your legs further apart as he continues to fuck you. Jinyoung’s hands traces up your back, pressing your face against the pillow. The room was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. You held your breath, trying to hold in your orgasm - this only made your core clench on his cock more. “Fuck...” Jinyoung groans, grabbing you by your hair. He pulls your body back to his chest as he continues to thrust into your sensitive core. He reaches for your clit, rubbing it vigorously in circular motion. Your body begins to shake and tremble in his arms. “Cum with me baby.” 

You tilt your head back on his shoulder, eyes rolled back in pleasure. With his free hand, Jinyoung wraps his fingers around your neck. His lips made its way to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your sweet spot. 

He was magical - how can someone make you feel this good? 

You moaned loudly, feeling a wave of pleasure hit your whole body. Your body became weak, trembling from the overstimulation. Within seconds of your orgasm, Jinyoung grunts, letting out a low moan before he spills his seed into you. Your core still overstimulated, still clenching on his cock, milking him dry. 

The both of you remained in this position until you calmed down. Jinyoung pulls out of you slowly before laying you on the bed. Your core ached, just like you wanted, and your body felt numb. He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Was I too rough?” he asked out of breath. You shake your head with a satisfied smile. Jinyoung gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom for a wet towel. He cleans you up before getting in bed with you, pulling you in his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear. You smiled at his sweet words, cuddling closer to him. 

As you were about to doze off, you hear a loud knock on your bedroom door. You shift in the bed when you feel Jinyoung leave your side. 

“Jinyoung, we have to go! Something’s happened,” you hear Mark say, waking you up. You sat up in bed with the sheets wrapped around your body, watching Jinyoung frantically put his clothes on. 

“Jinyoung?” you called, getting out of bed and walking towards him. 

“Something happened. I need to go back to Seoul,” he said buttoning his pants.

“Let me come with you.”

“No, you stay here. I promise I’ll come back for you,” Jinyoung said before grabbing his jacket. He leans down to give you a kiss before leaving. 

That was the last time you heard from him.  

[fantastic-bby]

Inked

Pairing: (F)Reader x Mark

Word count: 6.6k (my writing’s starting to get slightly longer owo)

Genre: Romance, soulmate au, Idol!Mark, Non-Idol!Reader

Summary: In a world where the tattoos would be shared among soulmates, Mark uses this to his advantage in an attempt in locating his soulmate. Unexpectedly, his soulmate ends up getting a tattoo that’s completely different than what he would usually get in an attempt to remind him that she exists. Unbeknownst to them, her tattoo is the one that brings them together...

Warnings: None

Playlist: Falling For You - Peachy! || Chocolate - The 1975 || Let Me - Got7 || Page - Got7

Soulmate series: Jaebeom - Strings || Jackson - Bubbles || Jinyoung - Masked || Youngjae - Drawings || BamBam - Footprints || Yugyeom - Pieces

The stinging on your calf was what woke you up. You moved to the full body mirror to see what it was and was shocked to see a large cross forming on your now irritated skin. You scrunch your face in annoyance; whatever tattoo your soulmate would get would appear on your own skin. 

You had already gone through three other tattoos and you felt every second of the needle as the designs were unwantedly inked into your skin. 

You had yet to find your soulmate and it seemed as though they just didn’t seem to bother that their soulmate would have the same tattoos and feel the same pain. It was a bit strange, but the only marks that you two would share were tattoos. Other soulmates would share bruises and feel pain whenever their soulmate would get injured, but not you. 

You only got their tattoos.

The first and second tattoos that appeared were a pair of dates written in roman numbers on your rib cage. You hated the fact that your soulmate chose their first tattoo on one of the most painful places to get a tattoo since you had to experience the grueling pain of it. 

The second tattoo that appeared was the word “Truth” on your inner bicep. You actually admired that tattoo. There was probably a more meaningful story behind it from your soulmate’s side, but you liked it because somehow, it resonated with you. 

This cross that was drawn on your calf was the third. Despite how beautiful the cross was turning out, you were annoyed that it woke you up at 2 a.m. You scolded your soulmate in your mind as you made your way back into bed - being careful not to bump your calf anywhere - and decided to try and sleep.

You woke up in the morning to the sound of your roommate moving around the apartment. 

“Haneul eonnie?” You questioned tiredly when you saw her limping towards the kitchen from her room. 

“Did I wake you?” She asked as she turned to you, “Leo got a tattoo on his fucking foot. It hurts like hell.” She grumbled when she showed the outline of a rose on her foot. 

“Damn,” You muttered out with a yawn, “I have a huge cross on my calf.” You turned around to show her the design. 

“Your soulmate really likes tattoos.” She pointed out as she pulled out a few eggs from the fridge. 

“It seems that way.” You sighed as you made your own way into the kitchen and pulled bacon out of the freezer. “I already have three other tattoos and whoever it is just keeps adding to it.” You mutter out. 

“They’re pretty, though.” Haneul points out as she turned the stove on, “I guess we’re both lucky our soulmates have nice tastes in tattoos.” She chuckles. 

“It might be a bit of a problem since the cross is in more of an obvious place,” You point out as you turn down to look at it, “But I think it’s really nice.” You smiled as you admire the rose design that filled the inside of the cross. 

“Why don't you get a tattoo?” She questioned. 

“I technically already have.” You looked at her in confusion as you gestured to the cross and the one on your inner bicep. 

“No, I mean why not you get one in person. Challenge your soulmate, (Y/n).” She clarified, “Get something simple but in a place they’ll have to look at all the time. Then they’ll remember that their tattoos are projected onto another person.” She explained.

“I’ll think about it.” You nodded. You did think about it. The thought sat in your head for the next few days. It was a good idea to get back at your soulmate for inking themselves constantly and causing you pain and discomfort. 

That led you to looking up small but cute tattoos while you sit in your room with your laptop in front of you. You were looking at an abundance of designs but only one seemed to stand out from the rest. You saved the design into your phone and left your room to see Haneul sitting on her couch with her soulmate - who also happened to be your best friend - Leo.

“I think I finally found a design that I like.” You announced to the two and showed them your phone. Haneul moved forward a bit to get a closer look at it, 

“Cute.” She smiled. 

“It’s simple.” Leo nodded. 

“Where are you getting it?” Haneul asked when she leaned back against the couch. 

“Probably on the collarbone. I don’t feel like troubling them too much with it. I just want to let them know, ‘hey, I’m here’.” You said as you looked at the design once again. 

“Why a paper plane?” Leo questioned as he slung his arm around Haneul’s shoulders. 

“I just think it’s cute.” You shrugged. “I don’t really have a meaning for it. It’s cute, it’s small and I think it’ll be a nice tattoo.” You look away from your phone to look at him nodding. 

“It is cute. But if you guys end up meeting because of this tattoo, let each other know if you’re getting another one.” Haneul grumbled when she glanced over at Leo. 

“I gave you a heads up.” He defended himself. 

“Yeah, while you were getting the tattoo.” She snapped at him. “I think it's a nice tattoo, (Y/n).” 

“When are you getting it? I can take you to the place I got mine.” Leo offered. 

“Really?” You questioned. When he nodded, you smiled, “Are you free tomorrow?”

“What about today?” She suggested. “You’ll be done in no time. It’s small.” She turned to her soulmate who shrugged.

“I’m free anytime this week.” 

“I don’t really want to disturb your together time so I’ll get it tomorrow.” You shake your head. 

“If you get it later, I’ll follow. I wanna see your reaction when you get the tattoo.” Haneul gave you a cheeky smile. 

At the tattoo parlor was where Haneul followed you and Leo. You gave in after a while and just decided ‘fuck it’. Leo drove the two of you into town where the parlor was and you couldn’t help but feel nervous as you looked at the design on your phone throughout the drive. 

“Are you coming in?” Haneul asked Leo when he parked the car outside the parlor. 

“I’m not missing (Y/n) getting her first tattoo.” He snorted as he unclipped the seatbelt. “I know the guy who owns this place so it’ll be nice to talk to him again.” He led you inside the small lot and greeted the man at the counter. The man had a complete tattoo sleeve covering his right arm and what looked like a half finished sleeve on his other. 

“Hyung!” The man’s face lit up when he saw him walk in, the name Han written on a nametag on his shirt. “Getting another tattoo?” He asked but when his eyes moved to the two of you following behind Leo he understood, “Ah, okay. I assume one of them is getting it.” 

“Yeah, Haneul isn’t exactly happy that I got the tattoo without telling her.” Leo chuckled and gestured his head over to Han when he looked at you. 

“This one?” He questioned. You nodded shyly and pulled your phone out of the pocket of your shorts to show him the design. Han looked at it and led you behind the black curtains that separate the rooms. 

“How long will it take?” You questioned as the nerves continued to build up when your brain realised what you were doing. 

“It’s a small tattoo. Probably an hour or two. Maybe less.” He shrugs as he pats on the leather chair. You sit in the chair and feel your palms start to sweat as Haneul and Leo watch you from the door. 

“We can’t join you over there because of a sanitary issue.” Leo informed when he remembered how his own friend had to wait for him when he was getting his tattoo. You watched Han move back and forth at the shelves. 

“No colours?” He glanced over at you when he sat at the sketching table. You bit your lip as you thought about it while looking at your phone. 

“A splash of watercolour behind it?” Your voice came out small when you felt as though the colouring would make it into too much of a cliche tattoo. 

“Alright.” He smiled kindly as he started to sketch out the tattoo. “Do you have any other tattoos?” He asked without taking his attention off of the paper. 

“I have another three but it’s because my soulmate keeps getting tattoos.” You extend your leg out to show him the cross on your calf. 

“Your soulmate seems to have an eye for tattoos or some kind of common sense not to get anything stupid tattooed on them. That’s a really lovely tattoo.” He hummed out as he stood up, “How’s this?” He showed you the stencil of the paper plane. He had added a trail of dotted lines and outlines of clouds. “I’ll colour in the clouds, don’t worry.” He smiled and moved over to the chair that was beside you when you nodded. You pulled down the strap of your tank top to expose your collarbone.

He placed the stencil onto your skin and pulled the paper away to reveal the blue outline of the design before rubbing your skin with numbing gel. 

The sound of the tattoo gun starting only heightened your nerves and your entire body was starting to sweat. Haneul and Leo continued to watch, both with pure amusement plastered all over their faces when the needle hit your skin. 

“Holy shit!” You yelped out. The constant sting of the needle got worse when it got closer to your collarbone and you could feel actual tears pricking your eyes from how painful it was.

“Yeah, the collarbone is pretty painful.” Han chuckled as he continued his work. You glared at Haneul when she started to giggle at you. 

“(Y/n) just has a low pain tolerance.” She snickered at you when you managed to give her the middle finger. 

“It’s not a problem.” Han glanced up at you for a moment. “It hurts more to get the tattoo yourself compared to when your soulmate gets one.” 

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” You mutter through a grimace. “This hurts way more than the rib cage one they got.” You glanced down to see him still outlining the plane. 

After another agonizing hour and a half, the tattoo was done. Han moved up from you and put away the tattoo gun on the metal table. 

“Finished.” He clapped his gloved hands together. “You guys can come closer now.” He ushered over the couple standing by the doorway. 

“You feeling okay?” Haneul asked as she moved over to your side. You nodded at her and adjusted yourself in your seat, your lower half feeling numb from sitting for too long.

“Yeah, it became bearable after a while.” You mutter out. 

“You can take a look at it in the mirror over there.” Han pointed out to the full body mirror sitting in the corner of the room as he prepared the plastic wrap. You moved over to the mirror and looked at the tattoo. 

“Oh, it’s so cute.” You cooed with a smile growing on your face when you saw the design sitting right under your collarbone.

“Now, you have something that contrasts the tattoos your soulmate keeps getting.” She smiled when she looked at the tattoo through the mirror as well. 

»»————-　　————-««

“Woah, that’s new.” Jackson pointed out when Mark sat up, tiredly rubbing his eyes. He squinted his eyes at his roommate through the pain of the throbbing headache; a painful souvenir from the night before.

“What?” He muttered out.

“You have a new tattoo.” Jackson pointed at the irritated skin of his collarbone. Mark looked down and his eyes widened when he saw the paper plane. “I guess your soulmate’s tired of you always getting tattoos.” He snickered. Mark groggily sat up from his bed and moved over to his closet, opening it to look in the mirror that hung off of the closet door. 

“I guess they are.” He muttered when he got a full look at the new tattoo. He wasn’t used to any colour being on his tattoos, but he liked it. It was simple. 

“It’s cute.” Jackson tilted his head to look at it properly. Mark nodded, 

“I like it.” He stated, gently running his fingers along the red skin and being careful not to apply any pressure to it. “I wonder what timezone they’re in since it happened while I was sleeping.” He hummed out as he ran a hair through his messy bed hair. 

“If you’re sleeping when this showed up, then that probably means you keep getting tattoos while they’re sleeping.” Jackson spoke as he threw on a shirt. Mark stared at himself in the mirror as he thought about it. A small sense of guilt washed over him when he realised that maybe they were sleeping whenever he was getting his tattoos. 

“Damn,” Mark sighed out as he looked down at his rib cage through the mirror. “That makes me feel bad.” 

“Maybe this is their way of reminding you they exist.” He joked. 

Mark spent the next few days completely obsessed with his new tattoo. He strangely felt more connected to his soulmate even though the tattoo was the only response he had ever gotten from them. His group always caught him silently admiring the tattoo in between schedules whenever he’d be shirtless or whenever he was wearing a low cut shirt. 

“Mark hyung, you’re really into it, huh?” Jinyoung asked when he walked into the changing room to see his older member staring at the vanity mirror while holding his shirt in his left hand. 

“I just think it’s really cute.” Mark muttered out without much attention towards Jinyoung. 

“Don’t spend too much time looking at it. We have to get ready for the show.”Jaebeom patted Mark on the back lightly as he walked past them. 

Right, the show. 

Mark was hoping that maybe he could find his soulmate wherever they were while they were on tour but so far he hadn’t felt much whenever they had fansigns or hi touches. 

The rest of his group had described their experience with their soulmates as a fire in their soul being ignited. Mark remembered asking Jackson about how he felt when he met his soulmate and distinctly remembers their conversation that night in their hotel room. 

“It felt like I suddenly saw everything in colour.” He explained. “I never knew how empty I actually felt until I met her.” 

“Is it like how other people describe it?” Mark asked. 

“Other people described it as an explosion in their soul. I think everyone feels it differently.” Jackson shrugged. “But I do remember feeling like everything in my body was just warm and I remember feeling so fucking happy.”

That was the feeling Mark was yearning for. The feeling of suddenly finding the person he was meant to spend forever with. The person he was connected with by soul. 

“Do you think maybe he’ll meet them soon?” Yugyeom whispered to Youngjae as they stood at the other end of the room. 

“Hopefully.” Youngjae shrugged. “He’s really into that tattoo. He doesn’t even appreciate his own tattoos this much.” He chuckled. 

“The tour might make it easier, but what if his soulmate’s in a location we’re not going to?” BamBam mentioned, making them all turn to him. 

“That is a possibility.” Youngjae nodded. 

“They could be in Korea for all we know.” Yugyeom pointed out with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

“He’s the only one who hasn’t found his soulmate yet. I feel bad for him.” BamBam sighed as they turned back to Mark to see him tracing his tattoo with his fingers. 

“Attention away from him or he might get snappy.” Jinyoung ushered as he approached them. “You know how he feels about the whole soulmate issue.” He spoke to them softly.

“You feeling hopeful?” Jackson asked Mark, tearing his attention away from the tattoo to finally put on the black tank top he was wearing for the concert. 

“About what?” Mark hummed out in question. 

“The tattoo.” He turned to Jackson and shrugged, 

“I don’t know when I’ll meet them or if I’ll ever meet them. I just like the tattoo and it makes me feel closer to them.” He smiled slightly at him but Jackson could see the sadness that was hiding behind his eyes. 

They were all aware that Mark could be slightly sensitive about the topic of soulmates, but he never really showed much sensitivity unless he was angry. Jackson could see how much despair Mark was in that he still hadn’t even come close to finding his soulmate. 

Every time Mark got a tattoo, he was secretly hoping he would find someone with the same exact tattoos. Thus, why he had gotten such a big tattoo in such an obvious place. He was hoping that he would bump into someone who had the same cross in the same place. He wanted to find his soulmate with the cross. 

“Mark hyung.” Yugyeom’s voice pulled Mark out of thought and made him turn to his younger member. “We need to go.” He gestured his head to the stage and Mark nodded, 

“Okay, let’s go.” 

»»————-　　————-««

You opened the front door with your eyes squinted at Leo. 

“Haneul eonnie isn’t here.” You grumble out as you rub your eyes from the evening nap that Leo had ever so rudely woken you from by ringing your doorbell. 

“Is it wrong for me to see my best friend? I needed to see you.” He said as he pushed past you and into the apartment. Your eyes only squinted even more at his words when you turn around to face him after you close the door. 

“Oppa, I know I said you practically live here too, but seriously?” You throw your arms up in the air in annoyance when his back was turned to you with his attention on his phone. You cross your arms over your chest when he turns around and holds his phone up in front of your face, 

“Look familiar?” He questions. You let your eyes adjust to the screen and your jaw goes slack when you see what he’s talking about. You yanked his phone out of his hands and zoom in on the picture or the large cross tattooed on the calf of non other than Mark Tuan from Got7. 

“Holy shit.” You mutter as you look back at him, “Does he have any of the other tattoos?”

Leo takes his phone back, “There’s really blurry pictures of others but look,” He showed you another picture of the tattoos on his bicep and rib cage, “Don’t you have these too?” He gestured to the tattoo on your inner bicep that was slightly showing from under the sleeve of your shirt. 

“No way.” You whisper in slight disbelief, “It could be a coincidence.” You shake your head. Leo raises an eyebrow at you before turning his phone back to himself. 

“It would be a coincidence if he didn’t have this one.” He turns the phone back to you and you could feel your entire being jump when you see a picture of Mark posing in his swimming trunks and a tattoo, no, your paper plane tattoo on his collarbone. 

“Where is this picture from?” You asked as you once again snatch his phone from his hands to get a better look. 

“One of their backup dancers is my brother. Sometimes they get drunk and swim in the pool and it just so happened that Mark got a new tattoo around the same time that you did.” He smirks as he crosses his arms over his chest, “I think we just found your soulmate.” 

“I still don’t believe it.” You bit your lip. 

“(Y/n), seriously?” He huffed out, “He has all your tattoos and that paper plane tattoo is exactly the same as yours.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “When Haneul gets back, I’m going to convince her to take you to their concert here in Seoul.” 

“I don’t know, Leo oppa. It doesn’t make sense. If they’re from Korea, then why do my tattoos always pop up while I’m sleeping?” You question, still stuck on the belief that Mark wasn’t your soulmate. 

“Think outside the box, (Y/n). Maybe he got them while he was on tour or while he was drunk or having an existential crisis in the middle of the night.” He squinted his eyes at you, “I’m getting you into the concert no matter what.” He gave you a cheeky smile and took his phone from your hands, dialing a number. 

“What are you doing?” You asked when he pressed his phone to his ear and began talking. 

“Hyung, when’s the next concert in Seoul?” His question made your eyes widen and you quickly jumped onto his back to try and grab his phone out of his hands. 

“Kang Leo!” You yell as you tried to pull the phone away from him. 

“I think I found Mark-ssi’s soulmate.” He spoke through the aggression you were putting him under, desperately trying to keep both of you standing and swatting your hands away. “Yeah, same tattoos and everything. Even the paper plane. They’re back next week?” You froze. He glanced over his shoulder and smirked when you did, “Alright, thanks. Three would work.” He hung up the phone and you were still hanging on his back frozen. You slid off of his back and glared at him, 

“What if he’s not my soulmate and I just end up embarrassing myself?” You poke at his chest. He raised his hand and flicked your forehead, causing you to yelp and move away from him. 

“That’s for speaking so disrespectfully to me.” He smiled at you, “And if he’s not, then we’ll find out. If he is and you don’t go, you’ll be throwing away an opportunity.” 

“Why do you know literally everyone?” You groaned as you crouched onto the floor with your hands covering your face. 

“I’m a social butterfly.” He shrugged. “You owe me now!” He cheered. You moved your hands from your face and glared at him just as the sound of beeping came from the keypad to the front door. 

Haneul walked into the apartment and froze in her spot when she saw you crouched on the ground and her soulmate standing across from you with a wide smile on his face. 

“Okay, what happened?” She questioned as she slipped off her heels.

“I think I found (Y/n)’s soulmate and he’s an idol!” Leo announced with his hands in the air. 

“Really?” She looked between you and him. You covered your face with your hands once again and nodded. “What did you do?” She moved over to him when she realised Leo must’ve done something about it.

“My brother is a backup dancer for Got7 and he got us three backstage passes for the concert next week in Seoul.” He unlocked his phone and showed her the picture of Mark’s tattoos. 

“Holy shit, (Y/n)’s gonna date an idol.” Haneul chuckled. You look up at her and pout,

“Eonnie, what if it’s not him?” You whine out at her. 

“Oh come on, it’s worth a try.” She waved her hand at you. “If we don’t go at all, we’ll never know.” She tugged on your arm so that you would stand up. “Now, you have a week to prepare. Put yourself together and let’s get two souls together!” She clapped excitedly. 

Haneul and Leo really spent the whole week just getting you ready. Leo even bought the fan lights because he felt like being at a concert without one would be boring. 

“I’m supporting my brother.” Leo shrugged when he insisted on buying the fan light. 

“The fan light is for the group, not your brother.” You pointed out. 

“Sssh,” He hushed you, “By supporting the group, I’m indirectly supporting my brother.” He said as he pulled the boxes off of the shelf. 

Haneul on the other hand was learning fanchants. 

“If we don’t learn them, it’ll be embarrassing. We’re listening to GOT7 almost everyday and we’ve never thought about learning any of the fanchants for fun.” She pointed out when you walked in on her playing one of their comebacks on the TV. You actually ended up joining her after half an hour of her playing Fly over and over again. 

You found yourself staring at the ceiling the night before the concert. You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. Whether it was excitement from anticipating the concert or the possibility of meeting your soulmate, it wasn’t letting you sleep.

Mark instead was spending his time in the dorms, completely unaware of the person he was going to meet the next day. Leo’s brother had told everyone about it except for Mark, even their managers and the crew. 

“He’s sulking while playing Fortnite.” Jackson sighed as he closed the bedroom door to Jinyoung’s room. 

“If he knew what was going to happen tomorrow, I don’t think he’d sleep.” Jinyoung replied as he turned away from the keyboard sitting on his desk. Jackson sat himself on the edge of his bed, 

“He asked me a while ago about how I felt when I met my soulmate.” He muttered out, obviously concerned for Mark. 

“He asked me that, too. I don’t really blame him. We met our soulmates years ago. He’s the last of us and he hasn’t even come close to feeling like he’s going to meet his.” He pursed his lips as he turned back to the keyboard, starting to aimlessly play a melody. 

“Do you think she’s the one?” Jackson asked after a moment of listening to Jinyoung play. His question made his friend stop to think. 

“Anything could happen, Jackson. They said she has the tattoos. Let’s just hope it’s her.” He nodded slowly. 

“I hate seeing him sad. It makes me sad.” He pouted. 

“You sound like his boyfriend.” Jinyoung joked as he started playing once again. “Don’t worry too much about it. You might accidentally tell him.” He chuckled. 

“I promise I won’t tell him. I’m just worried, I guess.” Jackson shrugged. 

“It’s okay to be worried. He is our brother after all.” Jinyoung nodded at him, “Now, instead of being here, go give him your company. He might be feeling lonely.”

»»————-　　————-««

“You ready?” Haneul asked as she poked her head into your room. You were looking at the full body mirror and trying on outfits. “Are you having trouble?” She asked when you didn’t answer, your full attention of trying to find the right outfit. You turned to her with a sigh. She pursed her lips before rummaging through your closet, 

“I’ve tried everything. Nothing looks nice.” You groan as you plop yourself onto your bed. 

“You’re just nervous.” She pulled out a simple neon green crop top and white shorts, “Try this. Their whole colour is green anyway.” She handed you the outfit. You sat up and gave her a skeptical look but decided to put it on anyway. To your surprise, it was perfect. 

You left the apartment shortly after Leo arrived with all three of the fanlights in his hand, 

“My brother said he handed the passes to one of the guards.” Leo spoke as the three of you made your way down the apartment building, “We just have to show them our ID when we get there so they can confirm it’s us.” 

“You brought your purse, right?” Haneul questioned you. You nodded and pulled your purse out of your clear bag, making a double check to make sure you had everything you needed. 

“All’s here.” You nodded to the two of them. 

“Do you want to watch the show first or do you want to meet Mark first?” Leo asked as the three of you got into his car. 

“Let’s watch the show first. I don’t want him to feel disappointed while he’s performing.” You mutter out as you lean back in the leather seat. 

“Stop thinking that way, (Y/n).” Haneul turned around from the passenger seat to squint at you, “If we don’t go, we’ll never know. Even if he isn’t your soulmate, it’s still worth a shot.” She scolded you. You let out a sigh and nod, 

“Sorry, it just seems really unlikely to me.” You mumbled, looking out of the window to the buildings passing. 

“Why so?” Leo asked as he glanced at you through the rearview mirror. 

“He’s an idol. He’s like… famous. What if he turns me down even if we are soulmates because I’m just normal?” You let out another sigh, sinking further into the seat. 

“That’s impossible.” She shook her head, “You’re his soulmate. I’m pretty sure he’d do anything for you. Right, Leo?” Haneul lightly nudged Leo’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, totally.” He nodded, “My brother said that the other members’ soulmates aren’t idols. They’re with them even though they’re ‘normal’.” He raised one hand to air quote the word normal. “You’ll be fine, (Y/n).” He gave you a reassuring smile through the rearview mirror. 

You let your head rest against the window for the rest of the ride. Both your roommate and your best friend were still trying their best to reassure you, but your heart was still filled with doubt. Anything could happen. Mark was an idol and you were not. 

“Stop worrying about it and let’s have fun.” Haneul spoke as she guided your shoulders towards the venue. After you guys had arrived, you made the sudden decision to turn back but Haneul and Leo were having none of it. 

“You worry too much, (Y/n).” Leo chuckled as he led you straight to the entrance. You watched the way IGOT7’s were excitedly waiting outside the venue with their banners and their lightsticks. “Give me your IDs.” He spoke when he stopped in front of one of the guards. 

You could feel your stomach starting to fill with anxiety the longer you watched him talk to the guard. He turned around after a minute and handed you your pass, “Don’t lose it.” He chuckled. 

“I’m glad we didn’t come any earlier.” You muttered out as you slipped the lanyard of the pass around your neck, “I think it would’ve given me more opportunity to run away.” You joked. 

Haneul chuckled, “We didn’t need to come earlier because Leo’s brother got us VIP seats.” She glanced over at Leo who nodded. 

“We get to watch the whole show from above in one of the balcony area thingies.” He said as he led you into the venue and up the stairs. 

“Holy shit, we’ll see everything from here!” Haneul excitedly clapped her hands when she saw the view of the entire stage. You watched as the venue started to fill with people. The lights went off and you could feel the excitement of the concert buzz starting to replace your anxiety. You watched as the music started and the group came out onto the stage. 

Mark stepped out onto the stage with a smile on his face from the sound of the crowd chanting. 

“Ahgase, are you ready?” Jackson asked into the microphone, his voice coming out through the sound system and echoing throughout the venue. The crowd screamed louder. 

The moment you saw Mark, you were entranced. The sound of his voice made your heart flutter. The way his body moved made your worries completely disappear. His smile melted your heart. 

“Oh my god,” You whispered out in awe. 

Mark’s eyes were constantly scanning the crowd in an attempt to remember as many of their fans as he could. Halfway through Page, his eyes met yours. The whole world slowed down around him and everything else sounded muffled. His lips parted in awe at the sight of you and you could only do the same. It felt as though a fire was ignited in your soul. 

Mark did the only thing he felt was logical and lifted his arm up to show the tattoo on his inner bicep. You rolled up your sleeve and lifted your own arm. Despite the distance, he could still see the tattoo as clear as day. 

“(Y/n)?” Leo turned to you when you saw your arm up but you didn’t respond to him. He followed your gaze and saw Mark staring directly at you. “Haneul!” He called over to his soulmate who was sitting beside him. When she turned to face him, he pointed at you and she realised that you had already locked eyes with Mark. 

“(Y/n)!” Haneul reached over and waved her hand in front of your face, causing you to snap out of your trance. 

“What?” You asked as you turned to her. 

“Is he your soulmate?” She asked. You turn back to the stage and see Mark stealing glances in your direction as he moved over to the other side of the stage before nodding, 

“I think so.” 

»»————-　　————-««

“Take a deep breath, (Y/n).” Haneul rubbed your back gently, “If you really can’t do it, we can go.” She smiled softly at you. You turned to her and nodded, swallowing a lump in your throat. 

“Okay, we just need to follow this dude backstage.” Leo announced as he turned around from the crew member he was talking to. “You okay?” He questioned you, silently offering one last second to let yourself run away but you nodded. 

“I-I can do this.” You took a deep breath and smiled at him. 

“Okay, come on.” The crew member led you into the venue and through the back. You couldn’t help but rub your hands together anxiously the closer you got backstage. You looked around the venue to try and desperately find something that would calm you down when a hand wrapped around yours. 

You turned to your side to see Haneul holding your hand in hers with a comforting smile on her face. Leo slung his arm around your shoulders, 

“If anything happens, we’re here for you.” He smiled at you. You returned the smile, glad that at least you weren’t doing this alone because you were sure you would back out at the last minute. Which you were ready to do when you reached the curtain that hid the backstage. 

The grip on your hand tightened as you pushed through the curtain to see Leo’s brother waiting behind the curtain. His tired expression immediately lit up at the sight of his younger brother, 

“Leo!” He opened his arms and hugged him. 

“Hyung, you did really well!” Leo congratulated him as he pulled away, “This is Haneul and (Y/n).” He moved aside so that his brother could see you both. 

“I assume (Y/n)-ssi is the soulmate since you’ve mentioned Haneul-ssi a couple times before.” He smiled at you, “I’ll tell you now, Mark couldn’t stop talking about you right after the show finished.” He chuckled as he started walking, the three of you following him through the backstage area. “He kept talking about this girl who had his tattoos and how his entire world stopped moving the moment he saw her.” 

Haneul nudged your shoulder teasingly when she saw your cheeks starting to heat up. 

“(Y/n)’s nervous that he’ll turn her down because she’s not an idol.” She told Leo’s brother. You slapped her arm and she stuck her tongue out at you in response. 

“Really?” He turned around to glance at you. When you nodded shyly he let out a soft chuckle, “There’s no way that’ll happen. He’s sad a lot of the time because he’s the only one who hasn’t found his soulmate. All the other members found theirs years ago.” He stopped walking when he reached the changing room and turned around to face you completely, “No worries about this at all, (Y/n)-ssi. He will most definitely want to be with you.” He reassured you. 

He waited until you nodded and he knocked on the door. Your grip on Haneul’s hand turned into you practically hugging her arm as you felt yourself getting more and more nervous once again. She placed her other hand on top of yours to calm your nerves. 

“God, if you weren’t here, I probably would’ve melted into the ground.” You muttered out to her and she laughs, 

“I know you would, that’s why I’m here.” She teased, “Unfortunately, when the door opens and you have to see Mark, Leo and I are going to stay out here.” She muttered to you just as the door opened to reveal Youngjae. He looked between Leo’s brother and the three of you before nodding, 

“Is it her?” He gestured to you. Leo’s brother nodded. “Okay, good, because Mark hyung is getting sad again.” He chuckled as he moved aside to let you into the room. You glanced behind you to see Haneul, Leo and his brother looking at you with their thumbs up as the door closed. 

“Sad?” You questioned as you turned to Youngjae.

“He’s scared he’ll never see you again.” He let out another soft chuckle. The further you got into the room, the more members you saw. Yugyeom and BamBam were the next two who saw you, their eyes widening as they quickly left the room. “We’ll give you guys your privacy, but we’ll come back in like 20 minutes.” He said after Jinyoung and Jaebeom noticed your presence. 

Once they had left the room, you caught sight of Mark sitting in the corner with his knees to his chest. If the room hadn’t been empty, you wouldn’t have heard his soft sobs. You froze in place, unsure of whether you should comfort him or not. 

He glanced up at you and his bloodshot eyes widened when he saw you. “W-What are you doing here?” He asked as he scrambled to his feet and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

“My best friend saw a picture of your paper plane tattoo and his brother’s one of your backup dancers.” You explained softly as you took a step closer to him. 

“Are you…” He trailed off as he took a step closer as well, “My soulmate?” He asked as he hesitantly extended his hand towards you. 

“I think I am.” You whispered out as you took his hand. The electricity that ran through your hand was enough to let you know. Your entire body felt warm and felt as though the initial jolt was starting to ignite you from deep within. It was exactly the same feeling as when you had locked eyes with him for the first time. 

Mark’s grip on your hand tightened and more tears leaked out of his eyes as he smiled, 

“It’s you.” He let out a laugh through his tears, “You’re my soulmate.” He whispered as he leaned his face closer to yours. 

“I’ve been meaning to meet you.” You couldn’t help the smile that was creeping onto your face as he leaned closer and pressed his chapped lips to yours. You could feel the explosion everyone was talking about. Your heart felt like it could burst from pure love just by the feeling of his lips on yours. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, deepening the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to tighten your grip around him. 

“That’s enough.” Jackson giggled from the doorway, forcing the two of you apart to turn to him only to see all of them - including Haneul, Leo, his brother and all their crew members - watching the two of you. “We don’t need any messes in the changing rooms.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you. 

“Shut up.” Mark grumbled at him through the smile before turning back to you. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He hummed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.

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Carpe Diem - Jinyoung x Reader

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Female!Reader                                            

Summary: Moving to Korea for a job is something, but meeting Park Jinyoung in a totally impossible/ridiculous way? Now we’re talking. Y/N is definitely in for a wild ride.

Warnings: being stuck in an elevator; acrophobia; mild panic attack; swearing; but also fluff and cuteness.

 Wordcount: 4.4k

 A/N: Just an idea at the top of my head like that; also, it’s a first-person perspective. I’m not that into using the second person (“you”). Hope you enjoy it!

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           I was rushing from desk to desk; juggling between official documents and frivolous memos like my life was depending on it. Having recently joined the Human Resources department of the successful JYP entertainment corporation, I had nothing to lose and everything to prove to my superiors.

Granted, working for HR was not as glamorous as being one of the top hats, but it was gratifying enough for me to move my ass from North America to Korea in an instant. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t running from my old life, I was just trying to find my true vocation.

 HR was definitely not it, but dreams don’t come true without money.

Luckily enough, JYP had half the department working in English, which grandly facilitated my tasks: my Korean wasn’t... let’s say it wasn’t bad but neither was it good.

As I had barely bit down my sad homemade sandwich for lunch, I heard a loud screech coming from behind me. I was tempted to hide under my desk but decided against it.

“Y/N!”

 I turned around to face my evil boss: Ms. Lee.

Before I could even answer, she started babbling about, rummaging through the documents on the surface of my desk and destroying every ounce of my setup whatsoever.

“Can I help with something?” I muttered under my breath, half-wishing she wouldn’t have heard it.

“If you did your job correctly, you wouldn’t have to ask, would you now?” she snapped back like an angry Chihuahua.

I pressed my tongue against my front teeth, holding back any sorts of remarks that I might’ve wanted to yell at her. My new work friend, Mi-ja tried to cover her smile from across the desk facing me but miserably failed.

“Where are the charts from floor twenty?” my boss squeaked, her eyes shooting lasers at me.

“The what?”

She deeply sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose like it wasn’t only my second week in the business. With a voice trembling with anger, she gathered her thoughts.

“I need the GOT7 charts, you hear me? I asked hours ago for you to get them!”

My eyes widened: is that what she was shouting when I entered her office at 8 am with the wrong coffee? My boss kept shaking her head vehemently, deeply disappointed in me. I’d lie if I said it didn’t hurt a small bit, but I learned long ago not to bother with bullies like her.

“I’ll get them right away,” I stated calmly.

“You better!” she shouted again as she turned her back to me and paced down toward her office.

It was my turn to deeply inhale and exhale, letting the pressure of the last few minutes out.

“Ouch,” retorted Mi-ja with a pitiful expression.

“Yeah...”

I mumbled that word while beginning to make my way toward the elevator. With tensed shoulders, I pressed the 20th-floor button and let the doors close by themselves. It took a few stops to get there since my office was located on the 8th floor, but eventually, I stepped out in a luxurious lobby.

Windows were larger than on the HR floor; the light was plunging into the room, making it look much bigger than it actually was.

A cute secretary with platinum hair was sitting at the front desk; she offered me a sweet smile and greeted me in Korean.

“Hi,” I replied in English, “I’m here to get the documents for human resources,” I tried to explain clearly in case she wasn’t fluent.

She nodded at my word and smiled again. She turned around on her wheeling chair and grabbed a thick black folder.

“Here you go,” she let out in a tiny voice.

“Thank you!”

She bowed and I made my way back to the elevator; if only everyone in this building was as nice as her, life would be much easier.

A millisecond after the doors started closing; I heard a loud yelp from the reception hall. I rapidly placed my hand between the sensors, stopping the elevator in its motion. Unfortunately, while doing so, I struggled with the file which was securely locked in the crook on my elbow: a few sheets of paper fell on the floor, provoking a deep sigh from my throat.

I didn’t even look at the person entering the cabin as I crouched to pick up the fallen sheets.

“Mianhada,” apologized the man in Korean.

“It’s okay,” I retorted in English, my eyes focused on the task.

In a hurry, the man crouched down to help me. His hands went directly for the ground, but I had already recuperated my work. It’s at that moment that I crossed his gaze.

His brown irises shined with guilt and sorry, but that’s not what my thoughts were on about. To resume, my mind went like: holy fucking shit that is Park Jinyoung, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do? How do I look? Oh, he must think I’m an idiot! And so on and on like a twelve-year-old girl meeting her favourite idol.

By his facial expression: my jaw must’ve fallen on the floor. I couldn’t control it fast enough to look at least remotely professional. No, instead, I opted for the shocked face and widened eyes.

He offered me a polite smile, but something in his irises was off; like a glint of annoyance. Perhaps he was tired of being looked at this way.

Slowly, we both went back to standing awkwardly, my mouth shut and his arms crossed on his chest. He cleared his throat, hastily apologized again and pressed the first-floor button.

I analyzed his reflection on the metallic doors: he was wearing a dark long-sleeved shirt, some jeans, a pair of glasses and sneakers. In every way, shape, and form, did he look perfect.

But something was definitely wrong in the way he was holding himself. I shyly eyed him, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Although I had previously thought he was annoyed by my behaviour, perhaps something else was bothering him: he stared deadly into the void, his breathing low as his chest was heaving up and down.

I wanted to ask him if he was all right, but I held the thought in, knowing it wasn’t my place.

After picking up a person on the 18th floor and dropping them on the 16th, I wiggled, ill-a-ease, on my feet. I was ashamed of my initial reaction and somehow wanted to fix the image I had given.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... insult you,” I let out quietly while fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

Baffled, Jinyoung’s eyes widened and he looked at me, intrigued. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could even make a sound, a loud thud was heard from the top of the elevator.

With a strident screech, the cabin came to a difficult stop, making the whole world shake around us. I squeaked as I grabbed one of the handles, fear clawing through my whole body.

Jinyoung also held on, but didn’t make a sound; the only thing apparent was the worry on his flawless face. He looked up, then at me, questions marks in his eyes.

“What’s going on?” I inquired even though I knew none of us could even begin to answer that question.

“I don’t know,” he responded with a thick Korean accent.

We waited a few seconds before we both straightened our backs. As I looked around, I pointed out the shining red button with a phone on it. Jinyoung nodded and went directly to press it.

I was trying to control my thoughts and heartbeat, but both of them were getting wild.

A man's voice made itself heard; Jinyoung explained the problem, in Korean, with worry plastered on his face. The man responded, but I couldn’t quite catch what he was saying; still, I took reassurance in Jinyoung’s facial reactions and slight nodding: concern seemed to be washing away from his irises.

When he turned back around to face me, I composed myself and tried to look remotely calm.

“What’s the verdict?” I inquired with an unwanted shaky voice.

“He said at least one hour,” the idol admitted while pointing one finger in the air, “they have to call... huh...” he struggled to find his word, “maintenance?” he finally let out, unsure.

I acquiesced with a nod, but those words did not reassure me; on the contrary, my heart went flying as if it was trying to burst out of my chest. Dizzy, I struggled to stay on my feet.

I remembered a few tricks my therapist had told me, back in my hometown: 1) take deep breaths, 2) ask yourself if it’s really the end of the world, 3) what do you do to relax? Try to do it in that situation.

So, I started breathing in and out, imagining a square filling up with air in front of me, holding my breath for four seconds, and releasing it as the square emptied itself. It was a helpful strategy, but my thoughts were still racing.

Jinyoung stared at me, confused by my sudden behaviour, but I ignored him.

I placed my back against the wall and let my body slide on the floor, my breathing still not regularizing itself. With trembling hands, I put my important folder on the ground and pulled my legs on my chest.

You’re not going to die. The elevator is not going to fall.

I kept repeating these two sentences in my head, over and over again. Perhaps that is why I didn’t notice when Jinyoung kneeled in front of me.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, worried.

I tilted my head to the side, and, without really wanting to, gave him the do-I-look-like-I’m-okay? eyes.

He realized his mistake and softly apologized in a murmur I had barely heard over the pounding in my ears. Jinyoung put his other leg on the ground and, suddenly, placed a hand over my knee; his warmth reaching all the way through my jeans.

My eyes darted toward him, but he didn’t budge. With a comforting half-smile, he locked gaze with me.

“You are gonna be okay,” he simply said, his fingers squeezing me lightly. “Help is on the way.”

I wondered how his English had improved in the last twenty seconds but pushed the strange thought away when he opened his mouth again.

“Repeat,” Jinyoung ordered.

I looked at him with puzzled eyes.

“Repeat,” he said again, determination in his irises.

I gulped; my throat dried from the panic.

“I-I...” I started with difficulty, “I’m gonna be okay... Help... Help is coming.”

Once again, a small simper appeared on his lips.

“Good”

It was the only word he said before switching his position to sitting. Surprisingly, he didn’t move far away like I thought he would’ve; he stayed very close as if he was scared I would have started panicking if he’d move.

With a sigh, he let his head collide on the wall in a soft thud. Desperate, he ran a hand through his hair, making me wonder how I could even contain myself being this close to a man like him.

After a few minutes of total silence, he eyed me. I was fidgeting with my fingers, my head telling me not to move too quickly or the elevator might fall.

“What’s your name?” Jinyoung questioned out of nowhere.

I jerked my head up to meet his curious gaze.

“Y/N,” I responded in a whisper.

“You’re not from here?” he inquired again, his attention peaked.

“No”

He hummed in response as if he finally understood me.

“How long have you worked here?”

Now it was me who was intrigued: why the sudden interest? I stared at him and blinked a few times. When he finally noticed my glare, he returned it.

“Hum...” I let out, intimidated, “a few weeks.”

“You like it?”

“So far, so good”

He kept nodding his head like he was fascinated by the conversation.

“Why are you asking me that?” I finally gathered the courage to ask.

Jinyoung scoffed and lazily put one of his legs under him.

“Just curious,” he finally admitted, his hand reaching for his phone that had just started to ring.

He answered it, said a few words way too quickly and hung up like it was the worst exchange he had ever had.

“Tough day?” I jokingly told him.

“Yeah,” he sighed, letting me surprised that he even answered.

From what I remembered, Park Jinyoung was the kind of person who did not talk a lot; on the contrary, he seemed like a very silent type of guy.

“Me too,” I breathed out, lifting my hands in the air.

He chuckled at my reaction.

“So, what’s up?” I inquired bluntly, “I mean, what’s wrong?”

I blushed when his eyes locked with mine; a glint of disbelief in his brown irises. He slightly squinted his eyelids and looked at me like I was some kind of crazy woman. Although I was sure he was about to flip me off or something, Jinyoung simply sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Had an argument with one of the members,” he finally confessed, his expression switching from surprise to anger, but then to sadness.

“I’m sorry; I know it sucks to argue with family,” I offered a genuine reply, knowing that they’re not related, but might as well be.

“And what about you, what’s wrong?” he returned the question after cutely smiling at me.        

“My boss is a bitch,” I blurted out without hesitation.

He raised his eyebrows, surprised by my matter-of-fact response. I awkwardly laughed, realizing it might not have been the best thing to say to a man like Jinyoung. But, instead of looking at me weirdly, he just softly chuckled, his gaze bearing mine.

“Are you always like this?” he scoffed.

“Just when I’m stuck God knows how many feet in the air,” I replied sarcastically, pursing my lips together.

“I thought I was very unlucky today,” the idol stated, his voice deep, “but there are worst places to be right now.”

His eyes searched mine while my lips stretched delicately into a soft smile; had Jinyoung just kind of complimented me?

“You’re not wrong, there are definitely worst people to be stuck in an elevator with,” I added.

A warm and deep laugh emitted from his throat, provoking my smile to grow even more. For a moment, it felt like I wasn’t even battling against my fear of heights, and it released the tension in my shoulders. Looking at Jinyoung laugh had erased all panic from my brain and for the first time in a few minutes, I was able to breathe normally.

“You didn’t ask my name,” he eventually said.

I scoffed.

“It’s because I already know it, Park Jinyoung.”

“I see, you are IGOT7?”

I rolled my eyes at him; there was no way in hell I was about to let him know I used to be their biggest fan.

“I work here, stupid,” I jokingly let out.

He faked being offended and burst out laughing, his hand hiding his mouth.

“So, you don’t like us?”

“Did I say that?” I replied way too hastily.

With an arrogant smile, he tilted his head to the side and stared at me with sparkly eyes.

“What?” I asked.

He smiled to himself and slightly shook his head with a chuckle as if he had just thought about something funny, but the words that came out of his mouth were everything but.

“You’re just really beautiful,” he complimented me, causing my saliva to get stuck in my throat.

I coughed under the surprise and hid my face between my knees which were still glued to my chest. I heard Jinyoung make fun of me, and muffled my very own laugh on my legs. When I finally straightened my head, his eyes were still focused on me.

I profusely blushed before he decided to end my torture and looked away.

Strangely enough, the following moment wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be; we just stayed there and stupidly smiled for minutes.

A few thoughts crossed my mind as I observed the man in front of me. I admired his dark hair dishevelled after what I assumed might’ve been a dance practice, his nose scrunching from time to time as he was reacting to his own thoughts, the way he kept peculiarly twisting his fingers, but most importantly, how only his presence was soothing me and alleviating my fears.

Out of the blue, I decided to change position. After all, we only have one life to live, don't we? So why spend it hesitating and not grasping the moment? Bluntly, I wiggled my body until I was sitting right next to Jinyoung. I tried to do it as slowly as possible so the cabin wouldn’t move and I supposed that that was the reason he chuckled at me.

He didn’t say a word after that, which I thought was a good sign. His body even loosened up when my arm brushed against his.

What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?

I forcefully pushed my reflections away and stopped moving; my heartbeat kicking up once again but for a very different reason.

Perhaps it was the lack of air in the cabin or the sudden heat washing over me, but my brain stopped working completely. Slowly but surely, I slid my head on Jinyoung’s shoulder. I half-expected him to jerk away or tell me to fuck off, but instead, he smirked. All I could see from where I was looking was his cheeks inflate from his smile.  

“You’re strange,” he murmured.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I muttered back with a chortle.

“It is a compliment.”

I slightly shook my head, still on his shoulder, and exhaled slowly.

We stayed like that for what felt like an hour; not talking, just enjoying each other’s silence. At one point, Jinyoung even placed his hand on mine like it was nothing. My mind was racing, but who was I to refuse to hold hands with Park Jinyoung?

Somehow, the day had started horribly and, when the elevator got stuck, I thought it was the worst time of my life, but with Jinyoung by my side it didn’t feel so bad anymore.

It’s a strange situation to bound over, but somehow, it was perfect.

I had no idea if he felt the same way, but to me, that moment would be worth cherishing for a long time.

We both got extremely startled when we heard a voice on the speaker. In a swift movement, and, not going to lie, some reluctance, we got on our feet and listened to the man’s speech. Jinyoung translated it to a few words: they’re here.

“Really?” I let out unimpressed as I rolled my eyes, “he literally spoke for five minutes and that’s your takeaway?”

With a defeated smile, Jinyoung shrugged his shoulders and, I swear to God, if I had had the time, I would’ve kissed him right there and then.

But it was barely a millisecond later that we heard a loud thud and the elevator moved. Instinctively, I grabbed Jinyoung’s arm and held it close to me. He slid a hand over mine and squeezed it lightly.

We both looked up, surprised when a large man appeared over us. He seemed to be a fireman. I guessed maintenance couldn’t quite fix the problem. He greeted us with a smile and Jinyoung replied in Korean. I laughed at our saviour’s apparently very casual and chill demeanour; he sure as hell knew how to relieve the tension out of a very stressful situation.

“The door is right over us,” explained Jinyoung, translating the fireman’s words to me, “he’s going to help up get there, lift us.”

My eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” said the idol, his eyes trying to comfort me.

I nodded when the fireman held one of his hands down. I placed the important folder, the one thing that had started all of this, inside my shirt. Then, I grabbed the man’s hand with strength and pulled at the same time as him. Jinyoung came to my rescue a few seconds later, putting his hands under one of my feet and giving me a powerful trust.

In an instant, I was standing on the top of the elevator, about to throw up. Our saviour offered a hand to Jinyoung, but he refused it. Instead, he jumped and grabbed the edge of the small opening and pulled himself over to us.

I couldn’t help but admire him while he was doing so, hoping I wasn’t sporting a look of pure admiration and desire as I thought I was.

I couldn’t let go of Jinyoung’s arm even when we finally reached stable ground; unfortunately, I had to when a team of first aid workers rushed to him like he was about to die. I was pulled away from him rapidly.

It was a strange view, how they were all over him, checking his vitals and bringing him water. I, on the other hand, was left alone, next to the fireman who was also watching the scene, as speechless as I was. Idols are seen as gods, and, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t one to think differently, but this just hit differently.

I waited a few minutes, thinking I might get some aid too, apart from our saviour who gently brought me a bottle of water, but the aid team was too focused on Jinyoung to even notice me. When my phone rang, I deeply sighed, noticing my boss’s name on the tiny screen.

I answered and, as expected, received a bunch of screams from the other side. I tried to explain the situation, but she wasn’t having it. Anger ran down my spine and, as if the last hour hadn’t happened, the shitty day came back with a fiery blast.

I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose, a strong headache hitting me. With one last look toward Jinyoung, who seemed to have been given oxygen to, I redirected myself to the stairs.

I thanked the fireman as well as I could and pushed the door. With trembling legs, I started climbing down, tears forming in my eyes without my consent.

“Wait!”

I turned around after hearing someone shout after me. At first, I thought it might’ve been the first aid team, but was surprised by a concerned Jinyoung running down the stairs as fast as he could. He still had a ripped oxygen mask around his neck.

He tried to pull my arm to go back up, but I refused.

“I gotta go back to work,” I stated with a thick American accent.

“No, you have to get help,” he pushed.

“I’m fine,” I half-lied.

I mean, I was fine physically: the panic had passed, I wasn’t feeling as dizzy anymore, and my heartbeat was back to normal. Mentally, it was another thing, but that wasn’t important right now.

He gave me the don’t-lie-to-me look but I ignored it and shrugged my shoulders.

“Okay then,” he started, ready to compromise, “give me your number so I can check up on you later.”

“W-What?” I stuttered.

“You heard,” he frowned while getting his phone out of his pocket.

I raised an eyebrow at him and didn’t grab his device.

“Do it,” he ordered, getting impatient.

I rolled my eyes until they reached the back on my head and grasped the iPhone. I entered my digits lazily like I was getting scolded by my mom. With a smirk, he took his phone back and called me.

“Why are you calling me?” I replied, ignoring it with a swipe of the thumb.

“So you have my number too and you’ll answer when I call you and ask you on a date.”

I jerked my head up, my gaze crossing his, but I couldn’t bear it for long. His smile had widened and his irises were shining like never before. I anxiously bit my lower lip and shook my head, baffled by his flirting. Before I could even add anything, Jinyoung grabbed my chin and forced me to lock eyes with him.

“Y/N, meeting you was the best part of my day,” he started with a raspy voice, “and right now, all I can think about is spending more time with you.”

I had previously wondered if I had left as much of an impression on him as he had left on me, and I was more than happy to get a response to my inquiry.

My lips stretched into a soft smirk and I could feel the heat crawl up to my heart, clawing through my thick anti-feeling wall like never before. I chuckled when he offered me the cutest smile ever.

“I’d like that too,” I replied delicately, my hand reaching his which was still holding my chin.

He grinned and slightly shook his head.

“I’m glad we met,” Jinyoung added.

“Me too.”

With a simpering smile, he slowly pulled his hand away and bore my gaze. I couldn’t quite decipher the look in his irises, but something was telling me I’d have all the time in the world to size that man up.

“I’ll see you later then, Y/N,” he finally stated, my name rolling on his tongue, as he analyzed my face.

He leaned in and I anxiously stopped breathing. In a very soft manner, Jinyoung brushed his lips over my cheek and kissed it for much longer than necessary; it caused my legs to tremble under me as if I had just gotten out a crazy rollercoaster.

“Yes, you will,” I admitted, my voice playful as he leaned back, desire plastered over his face.

And with those words, he turned around and climbed back the stairs, leaving me completely baffled and shocked, but also filled with excitement and joy.

What a day, I thought to myself, and what a man.

I exhaled deeply, but this time, it felt amazing. I climbed down the stairs much more calmly than minutes before, my head stuck in the clouds and my stomach filled with butterflies.

I had to admit, if I ever had to get stuck in an elevator with someone again, I’d choose Park Jinyoung in a heartbeat.